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A Free Verse Poem |
| He stood on the warm sand watching the waves roll in, roll out, as the setting sun transformed the ocean into molten gold. He remembered his puppy years, his first tentative steps into the cold salt water and little boy walking beside him. He remembered his middle age, and the boy growing into an accomplished swimmer as the played in the waves. Now, in his old age, he stands on the hot sand, waiting for his swimming buddy to return. He remembers the last time they were together, his friend dressed in camouflage fatigues walking barefooted across the warm sand and he can still feel the water soothing his weary paws. Line count: 27 |