Many have trod <br />this sandy beach <br />seeking for shells. <br /> <br />Along the shore <br />their footprints merge <br />in shifting sands. <br /> <br />Rising and falling <br />the ocean sighs <br />and washes all. <br /> <br />I stand alone <br />at water's edge. <br />I have no shells. <br /> <br />Looking back <br />I cannot tell <br />the way I came.<br /><br />Rory Hudson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-the-beach-11/
