Personal Sound and Form Poem

Ocean Spray- (imitating "Blackberry Eating")

I love to go out in early August

and fly into the cool, wet, salty, turquoise ocean;

I feel the spray hitting my face as if I were

running through a cloud, an added bonus,

for I am after relief

from the blazing sun: and as I sink into the sand,

its slippery coolness enveloping my legs, the foam swirls

and eddies in frothing white bubbles around my waist,

as if it were excited children crowding to greet me-

although they are softer, less demanding, a whisper-

those whom I cherish as if old friends;

for I've missed them since I've been gone

away from the cool, wet, salty, turquoise world

that is the ocean spray in early August