This is the next installment of my poetry jag. This was written as a reflection of family trips to the beach. I don’t expect everyone to fully connect, though there might be some resonance for those with similar experiences. I used InDesign to incorporate photos with the text, but couldn’t figure out how to cleanly post the finished document. I decided on the Portable Document Format, aka as the PDF. And to see the post requires one more click. We ask that you please bear with us.
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Joseph E Bird 
March 21, 2015 at 9:25 am
Wonderful stuff. A walk is actually a lifetime. Did you guys ever live in Texas? Why else Galveston and Padre Island?
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March 21, 2015 at 9:31 am
We were there twice, for a total of about five years.
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March 21, 2015 at 9:35 am
I just saw there is a stanza missing. I should fire my editor. Update is coming.
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March 21, 2015 at 1:29 pm
This makes me smile, thinking about my own family’s beach trips, and imagining Bird Family trips. You capture the whole experience beautifully, and Larry’s right, the walk to the pier and back is a great metaphor for life.
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March 21, 2015 at 5:06 pm
Thanks, Lee Anne.
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June 8, 2016 at 11:07 pm
I’ve been looking for good poetry that uplifts my spirit. And finally I found some! (There’s so much negative rubbish out there these days.) This was so genuine and refreshing to read. Perhaps I’m biased, simply because it reached into my own childhood. But isn’t that what good poetry is supposed to do? Draw us into something greater – like a shared memory we didn’t know we all had. Great work, old chap!
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June 8, 2016 at 11:12 pm
Thanks for the kind words, Elena. I’m a work in progress.
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