Tag: caves

Credit: Isaac Ordaz via Unsplash.

The Oregon Coast was a wind-swept playground,

Sand dunes, caves cliffs, the Pacific Ocean’s pull.

White beaches scattered with crab shells, starfish, twigs, petrified wood;

All treasure thrown ashore,

Water swooshed, growing higher,

Flung into caves filled to the top at night.

The ocean claiming the entire beach the family explored;

The rush and hush of waves — swift, yet calming.

Enough to yank a child under the waves — even a careless adult.

The sky was cereulen-grey, as seagulls swooped,

To eat rusted-red crabs thrown ashore dried-out,

While others in minute movements threw themselves towards the tide.

Sharp-claws snapped as the children jumped, tittering;

Seagulls cawed and pelicans sang too,

Diving for fish they gulped with greed.

Riding pieces of trees on the waves, no hurry.

A little blond girl in a jean-jacket considered her surroundings;

Waves pummelled the shore, the wind fought back.

It yanked her hair with force; the family protected their faces arms lifted,

Blocking sand from pale-blue eyes, hazel-green, and deep-brown.

Pictures snapped numerous on an old ’90’s camera,

While boys in tye-dye t-shirts and shorts, jumped over the waves on-shore,

Leaping as the tide drove-in.

They guffawed, giggled, at the tide’s force,

Parents careful to draw their children closer.

As the waves crawled farther into shore,

Attempting to snatch those unguarded against the tide,

Seashells they collected, prickly starfish corpses;

Carried in the children’s pockets, in buckets.

Sand dollars also claimed, keepsakes for luck;

Clam and snail shells, treasured, and washed.

Pearlized insides smoothed by thumbs as they glimmered,

The wind fought hard, hair whipped across the little girl’s face,

The Pacific ocean lurked into shore farther; the sky dimmed.

Began it’s night-time trail forward, covering the beach, filling the caves.

Purple-darkness hovered, red-skies (at night time), mom and dad said, were ‘sailor’s delight.’

Then, the family gathered in their burgundy van,

Riding home with sandwiches and grapefruit pop.

Later, the children slept in car seats, on pillows;

Home to the hotel, the Oregon coast a stunning memory.

The crashing of waves against sand, treasures gathered;

The tied drifted in, leaving white beaches at dawn,

Tide-water swirling with the Pacific Ocean grande.

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