Orange Beach, Alabama


Waves are rolling with rhythms of blue.

Bubbles surface with an off white hue. 

Sun beams down, no clouds in the way.

Salt in our hair for a multitude of days.

Grains of sand act like an hourglass.

Wind blows gustily as time begins to pass.

A beautiful beach with breathtaking views.

A tropical treasure, tremendous and true.    

This poem is about: 
My family


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