Back to the beach where we played in the sand,
time didn't matter and nothing was planned.
Back to the sea that made us squeal from the cold,
laughing and splashing, no care in the world.
Back to those rocks that are made for adventure,
hands dipped in pools, just never quite sure...
Back to the place with the pockets of treasure,
so many shells all tumbled together.
Back to the beach to watch my kids play
next to the shadows of yesterday.
Linking up with Photolife's My Sunday Photo and Victoria's Prose for Thought