The Beach |
The sand between my toes
the wind upon my face
the crumbling of the waves
spews salt into the air
A dog barks and jumps at the wind
a fight with an imaginary foe
a scatter of paw prints
is drawn into the sand
The sand swirls across the flat
the wind whips through my hair
the sun peeks from behind a cloud
then hides herself once more
No coffee shops no churches
no clubs no bars
no metro no mall
or pointless city hall
I'm home
I'm where I belong
I'm the salt
the sand
The beach
The Beach
About Roger Keays
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Roger Keays is an artist, an engineer, and a student of life. Since he left Australia in 2009, he has been living as a digital nomad in over 40 different countries around the world. Roger is addicted to surfing. His other interests are music, psychology, languages, and finding good food. |
