Homecoming

The grass, bent with breeze,
wets my shoes and pantlegs.
It tastes of salt and
smells of rain as I stand
sinking into the sand beneath.
My knees are calm, my heart bright;
my senses know when I am home.
My mind will someday follow.

beach_grass

BEACH-GRASS

 

(top: openwalls.com; bottom: bitsandbytes.net)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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8 Responses to Homecoming

  1. Really like the lighting in these.

  2. Morgan says:

    Looks Perfectly Inviting and I agree with Mitch…Fantastic Light in both shots 🙂

    Have a Perfectly Delightful Week End 🙂

  3. Fager says:

    Home, James.

  4. themonumentaljackass says:

    This is just… beautiful.

    The last line. Mr. Narble, you’re a God.

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