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Memories of My Own Footsteps
I remember soft sand beneath my feet.
As water rippled over my toes.
How I love the sounds and sights
As the Ocean ebbs and flows.
The burning sun upon my back
brought ease to my injured bones,
Whilst the sight of palm trees all around,
meant I never felt alone.
A slight breeze sometimes caused the palms
To sway gently to and fro........
A welcome feeling around my neck,
As my long hair was swept to a flow.
Memories so vivid that tears form in my eyes,
I appreciated every day,
Back then when I was alive........
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Hi Kim,
The mountains have their own beauty , too, don't they?
I grew in a part of Britain that is mountainous, fir trees everywhere.
However, something always drew me to the ocean and those 20 years l spent amongst palm trees and black sand and volcanic rock were the time l felt most "alive."
Dim,
How I love this poem. Since I live in the mountains, getting to visit the beach is a special treat, and because times are tough and have been tough for awhile now, I have not had the funds needed to make such a trip, but your poem took me there. Thank You.
Best Always,
Kim
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Escobana...... Hi there. How kind of you to offer to guide me around Valencia.
If I ever get a chance to visit that part of Spain, I may take you up on your offer. LOL
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Hi Sunnie Day.... So nice to hear you feel as I do about the Ocean and all that goes with it.
I´m also so pleased you liked the poem itself.
Take care and thanks again
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Thanks Audrey Howitt. The ending is beacause I felt so alive and was capable of doing so much more all through the 20 years we lived on this warm island.
Since I am living in Britain again, my health has deteriorated and that´s why I don´t feel alive . I used to help lots of people. Now I´m the one needing assistance. Hope that makes sense to you in the poem.
Very lovely poem while seeing palmtrees from my livingroom!
Whenever you feel the need to feel the same sun and see those palmtrees, you'll be more than welcome to join me in Valencia, Spain.
I'll be more than willing to show you around. Beautiful choice of words and I love the rhyme!
Up, shared an awesome!
Dim I never feel so alive than walking along a sandy beach. I truly find heaven on earth there. I understand this poem so much as I yearn to be there over and over again. Thank you for taking me there if only for a minute.
Lovely in every way,
Hugs,
Sunnie
Beautiful write--unexpected ending!
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Thank you Deborah,
I´m happy that you liked it.
Dim beautifully sensitive poem of the heart.. wow
voted way up and sharing
Debbie
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Hi blaise25. So good to see you here. Thank you for a beautiful, sensitive comment.
Take care, Dim.
This is so beautiful like the gentle wind...It would be nice to go back to that special place again, Dim. Sending my hugs and smiles at you. :)
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Hi Genna East. Sorry to have startled you with the last line. I was writing exactly how I felt at the time.
A huge part of me died when we had to make a 2500 mile move from all that I love so much.
I try to count my blessings(still married to the man who made me laugh when I was 18 and now we live near our daughter) But nothing will ever make up for what I feel torn away from. Thank you so much for commenting. Hubfriends are a massive part of life, and you all bring me joy.
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Thank you Vincent, You are so kind.
Dim I feel your pain not only in your bones but alas in your spirit my dear poet. One day I pray that you return back to the ocean shorline that you love so much and feel the salty air on your face and the wind blowing your hair. This piece is so moving and you accomplished all of that my friend. Peace and blessings I send to you this day.
Oh Dim, the last line startled me a bit. “Back then when I was alive….”
The poem reads like a dream of memory; so beautiful and profound in that it reminds us to cherish each day we have, as we leave and trace our footsteps on this amazing earth, throughout the seasons of a precious life that is so dear. Up plus much more. :-)
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Hi there Janhorner,
Thanks so much for your comment.
Brilliant, loved it! Voted up,
Jan
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Thank you, Alastar.
This so much more that a "little' poem dear Dim. It evokes that special place in all who read it of memories imprinted which time has no mastery over. From sand, surf and swaying palms -to beautiful snow filled days of joy as a child. Winter's first snow is coming down here right now- so better than the cold hard rain that preceded it.:)
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cleaner3 That is one wonderful answer to my question.
Thank you so much. I´ll do my best.
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Thank you Eddy......... So glad you liked it.
Dim, you can thank me by continuing to write these wonderful words. Let your feelings spill onto the page and fill it with beauty. let your mind take us on a journey into that wonderful place you know we all want to be. Thats how you thank Me dim, keep it up . !
Michael
A slight breeze sometimes caused the palms
To sway gently to and fro........
A welcome feeling around my neck,
As my long hair was swept to a flow.
Oh so beautiful ;especially the words above.I vote across,up and share .
Here's to so many more hubs for us both to share on here.
Enjoy your day.
Lots of love.
Eddy.
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Helo Faith Reaper,
I´m glad you have a memory so much like mine, and have to thank you for commenting and sharing.
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Mhatter99,
I ´m always happy if I write something that others can relate to. I´m glad you have wonderful memories as I do too.
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cleaer3, my dear faithful follower. How can I thank you for so much encouragement.?
Lovely poem of memories. Reminds me of when I was first married when I was 19 years old and my husband was stationed in Florida, and how I loved exactly what you have described here.
Voted up ++++ sharing
God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper
I can really relate. My wonderful memories come alive. Thank you for this.
beautiful poetry dim, well written and full of memories anyone would fondly want. thanks for sparking my imagination .
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Hi Colin..... Thanks for being my 1st visitor to this little poem.
I also wish I was on the beach where I could walk everyday and my arthritic bones were helped by the sun.
I live in England now. We have snow.
It was just nice to remember my "other life" for a few moments.
Good morning dear friend my lake erie time ontario canada with 2nd cup of coffee and a bagel while listening to romantic classical piano music along with two well fed pussycats at 11:30am.
I truly do love this indelible poetic imagery and pleasant dream like memories like these always makes us come alive and certainly your lovely thoughts and cherished words here make me come alive - as does your friendship to me and your lofty status as an esteemed collegue.
Sending you warm wishes on this cold and grey morning and wishing I was there with you on that beach ....... siping a pina colada or a cold beer and watching the sunrise over the lake
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