Lindsey h, Within, poem. Upon the shore is where special things happen. Picnics where everyone gets together to enjoy a good time in the company of their loved ones and closets friends. From the planning of the picnic to being there is a special feeling. Getting my self-ready to go spend a beautiful afternoon full with laughs and joyful people. Once I have gathered the sunscreen, the beach towel, and the chair with the umbrella attached to it now I’m ready. Well now I will help pack the drinks, the snacks and the main dish for the delightful afternoon ahead of me.
Just the feeling of knowing ill soon my family warms my heart. By now it feels like it’s been forever since I seen them I feel like I have a lot to tell them so much
has happened, and I can’t wait to tell. Also I can’t wait to hear everything they have to tell me. I’ve kept in touch with them, but it just isn’t the say to see their expression when talking just makes the stories more realistic and interesting. The talks I have with my cousins are priceless is just quality time I don’t get to have often with them.
Once I have arrived at the beach I help unpack and carry things to where my family is. After setting the things down I go to every one hugging them and just saying is good to see you. Something so simple yet very meaningful. Seeing the smiles on my aunts and uncles, and grandparents, and my little nephews and nieces. The little kids enjoy a simple snack and everyone enjoying a cold refreshment on this hot summer day. Once the food is ready everyone gathers around just to thank the lord we made it safe and thank him for making it possible we’re all together.
After everyone has eaten we’ve share some stories I like to sneak away and walk on the shore. I use this time just to reflect of what I’ve done since last time I was here at the beach. I like to set reasonable goals and right them down on my journal. This is just peaceful time where I can have peaceful thoughts, and let go of any negative things. I like to close my eyes and just hear the waves hit the rocks and the seagulls flying.
Once I’m back I gather all my nieces and nephews and we go looking for seashells and specially the spiral ones. I do believe I can hear the ocean inside the spiral shells. About 3 years ago we found a star it was caught in some rocks we let it go. Ever since then we go in search of another star this time we plan on keeping it. While we search for this souvenirs we also swim and play in the beach. By now its already late and its time to say our goodbyes. I once again help to pack everything and then we head home.
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