It was quiet. Only the call Of the seagulls And the crashing Of the waves Interrupted the silence The cool sand felt Wonderful beneath His bare feet. The Wind blew back his Hair, long in need Of a haircut. Later, when the sun Had come out and the Mists had melted Away, his children Would come and their Cries of joy would Fill the air. But for now it was quiet Just him and the seagulls And the waves. Not kids, No toys, no screams. Just Peace and Quiet. |