Sand Dollar Poems - Poems about Sand Dollar

It's amazing where we find ourselves. As she walks along the shore, you see her staring endlessly at the sands floor. Why would someone come to a place filled with so much beauty around, only to embrace what was below that she kept reaching for on the ground. Maybe there is beauty her eyes met upon...

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SOUL TO SOUL (Written for Mother Sandy Stone, whom I met in 1992.) SOUL TO SOUL *** The early morning call. A sand dollar skitters in before its rushing wave. A message bringing within a mosaic of tears, long to explore. The sand dollar rolling ahead ...

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It's quiet here - quiet in a way that catches me off guard. The tranquility is almost tangible, something I can touch and hold and wrap around myself. I can hear the pulse of faraway waves, the faint hum of the wind, the nonsensical call of distant seagulls. I can hear my own heartbeat, pounding...

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With sand dollars in our pockets we could live without a care; I would lasso two sea horses; we would ride them everywhere. A simple life of freedom would be yours and mine to share; living solely for each other on a silver strand somewhere. Oh, the heartache men would barter just to smell the sweet sea air unencumbered by the burdens that came upon them...

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Dearest sand dollar, bring me piece Bring me tomorrow and an ocean rose Bring the wind that I might hear you That I might know your wisdom Dearest sand dollar, hold together Give me hope and a friend on the beach Give leave to shadows and jade So I can smile at the hot sunshine Dearest sand dollar, last forever Leave me...

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