Beautiful walk along Clam Beach shore Scampered over dunes and grass and more Driftwood wet upon the sand Placed there gently by ocean’s hand A misty day, no sun is seen The water a pale metallic green No voices heard, nor others this day Save a man, his daughter, their dog at play The mighty Mad River has burst forth Shifting sea lions’ places north A soothing sound to carry all sorrow Perhaps, except soreness, come tomorrow!
This article appears in That Van Life.