It stands for love and lots of glee. The tourists come to our beaches That have absolutely no leeches. We are really known for our salt marsh. Paige S. Beach Salty waves dipped with white foam quietly die down as they meet the shore with bleached white sand. Brightly colored shells deck the shores like black dots do a ladybug's back.
Seagulls soar high, screeching their song above the towering rocks where their nests lay.
P.L. Trees Trees are fabulous, Like a rainbow after it rains. They have different colored leaves Like pieces of pastel paper. But most of all, It's the way they sway. The following links will take you off-site from Poetry Post. To return here use the 'Back' button on your browser.