The blue waves sing in white foam chorus <br />To smooth sand beyond mortal perfection <br />Daughter gives hand stand testimonies to her youth <br />A day of cloudless sky and nature's perfect balance. <br /> <br />The nice man from Nebraska <br />Who takes our picture <br />Helps us to understand with his history <br />That he has never before the present red tide <br />Seen the Beach so dirty. <br />Broken wings of butterflies float upon the surface <br />That christens burrowing sand dollars at its gentle edge. <br /> <br />Heaven <br />The silence of the beached jelly fish <br />Who even in death sting <br />The lure of the distant pilings <br />An intimation of heaven or eternity or something <br />But despite the distant oil rigs <br />Don't come here if you`re looking for work.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visit-to-padre-island-national-seashore-texas-25-october-2009/
