The Beach br br br To the beach is where I go. br Just to have a little time alone. br Kick off my shoes, walk in the sand. br Leaving the harshness of dry land. br br Watch the birds and ducks fly by, br and the cute little ducklings that I spy. br Their soft downiness, all in a row. br Follow the leader, where ever mom goes. br br Often I love to revisit this place. br To clear my head and say a prayer of grace. br One last deep breath in... before I go, br back to the harshness of dry land I sow.