Treasure by the Sea - Story and Poem
Treasure by the Sea
The sea-side summer air quickly dried the water dripping from his sun-bronzed skin. The foaming, frothing, salty ocean from which he emerged was warm, but still cooled his burning body. He had washed the sand off that had clung to his brown, muscular frame. It was only 10 am, but the sun beat down and baked them.
A team of five labored quickly to complete the sketch she had created. They were working on a sand sculpture for an afternoon evangelistic presentation.
Lady By The Sea
She was an attractive young lady who filled out her modest, one-piece bathing suit very nicely. She pushed back several strands of her light, sun-streaked, sandy brown hair that had come loose, interfering with her vision. He liked her logical, creative thinking—not to mention her sweet, easy smile.
“Not like that,” correcting him with a disapproving laugh as he sculpted the wet sand, at her direction. We moved the concept from paper to sand and she instructed, “More curve than angle”. She had drawn up the concept on paper and we were to “flesh it out” as she put it. We labored on as the sun reached the lunch hour zenith.
Glass Of Water By The Sea
Beverage By The Sea
As each day passed, he grew to like her and enjoy her company during their week-long vacation. Ten members of the singles group had returned for their yearly beach visit. They shared a rather large beach house that over looked the picturesque postcard-view of the ocean. He sat on the sofa, exhausted from the labor of hauling water and sand to construct the sea-side sculpture which they had used for their mid-day presentation.
With closed eyes, he sat immobile thinking of a cold glass of water. As he forced himself to rise from the sofa to cool his thirst, he turned and saw her approaching. Smiling and eyes twinkling, she handed a glass of ice water to him.
She sweetly spoke, “I thought you’d want this”.
Kiss By the Sea
They went out for ice cream that night on the boardwalk. He had talked with her before this week at the singles group, but spent little time with her. Now he wished he had spent more time with her. He suggested they take a walk on the beach. She agreed readily and seemed eager to do so—with him.
For about an hour they chatted about family, friends, and her art among other subjects. She was an artist, just finishing her university studies. She loved to take photographs and loved to sketch. He was intrigued by her artistic interests.
They strolled barefoot along the foaming, frothing surf, leaving footprints in the sand. He reached for her hand and she intertwined her silky, soft fingers between his. They continued along the beach, saying little, exchanging smiling glances.
Enjoying the sun setting against the pink, dark blue and grey sky, they stopped. He pulled her close and she complied. They shared a gentle kiss.
That was how it began. Later that summer, he wrote the following poem for her.
© 2013 ajwrites57
Ruby By The Sea
I thank Him for the pleasure,
He’s bestow'd on me this year.
I thank them for the laughter,
I thank Him for each tear.
I thank Him for the blessings,
He's given me in full,
I thank Him for His healings;
for how He makes me whole.
I thank Him for the treasure,
I found by the side of the sea,
I thank Him for my tender darling,
my sweet, my ruby, Marie.
I thank Him for the blessing
of having you by my side,
I thank Him for the friendship
and care you never hide.
All delights and pleasure,
what we share each day
will be ours in double measure,
to the Lord I pray.
© 2013 ajwrites57
Places You Have Found Romance
What places have you found romance?
© 2013 AJ