By The Waters Edge

Ink lings

I feel the little ripples as they wash between my toes
They rush up to greet me, then out again they go
Teasing with their cool caress before they run away
Toying with my senses, inviting me to stay 

I watch its subtle movement, enamored by the dance
Embraced by gentle breezes, its motion is enhanced
The peace and the tranquility thrill me to my core
I feel much closer to my world as I sit on the shore 

The ebb and flow of water makes my troubles float away
I bask in the solitude, divested of dismay
The therapeutic waters tend my pleasure to complete
When like a little puppy, its wet tongue licks at my feet

This is a re-post from January 2013


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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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