Six String
Here am I, feet buried to the ankles in the sand
Caliced fingertips stinging
Playing off the beat of the tide
A rhythm fit for a slow dance on the beach
I shift from chord to chord, loving every second
I strum and pluck and pick to the sway of life
I stare at the tree beside me and thank it
For the beauty that is my
Six string
This poem is about:
Me