It's there all year, but we usually think of the sea in the summer (unless you are a pirate). Let's haiku about that this week (though poems about lakes, rivers, and streams are also allowed). Here, I will go first:
I love the gray birds
That dash from a wave then turn,
Digging for sand bugs.
Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun.
The beach has a light
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Gold, like no other.
Gulls call overhead.
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We shoo them away.
Mama’s beach house: My
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on: Crabs, crawfish, shrimp.
“Let’s ride the beach!” Joe
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friends, strangers alike.
The sea doesn't want
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right after Christmas
Whoooosh the peaceful Whoooosh
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to sleep Whoooosh Whooosh Whooosh
Sunburns and jelly
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the Gulf rigs. So what?
You see, my weekends
always had a pot over
a propane burner.
Somethin’ good cookin’.
Fam’ly and friends. Shorts, flip flops,
swimsuit. Nothing more
needed. Our beach house
was the center of the world.
It drew us all in.
Their home is the sea,
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to lay turtle eggs.
Clad in pink she wades
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She yells “Daddy, come!”
Each wave has a life
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it across the lake
'Til its journey ends
at my feet too exhausted
to tell its story