Standing at the Shoreline
2009
A rush of wind twists my hair
as the shore's sunshine ingnites senses of nostalgia.
The sandy surface beneath my feet
spills over my skin.
A burst of thunder waves to families at play,
"Don't go in too deep!"
1993
As a child of summer,
the beach was an old friend.
The shells were treasures
of ocean softened glass.
The stories of the ovean never grew old
and I hear a lady's tale in the echoes.
1941
She was a waitress on the boardwalk
in the year of the war, her soldier past the horizon.
The beach she stood in front of-
safe and calm.
The harbor he stood in front of-
in destruction.
1945
He promised to give her his life
upon his return
banded together forever.
Harsh waves of explosion
cause debris to fly like feathers in the wind.
But on firm ground,
she waits.
A rush of wind twists my hair
as the shore's sunshine ingnites senses of nostalgia.
The sandy surface beneath my feet
spills over my skin.
A burst of thunder waves to families at play,
"Don't go in too deep!"
1993
As a child of summer,
the beach was an old friend.
The shells were treasures
of ocean softened glass.
The stories of the ovean never grew old
and I hear a lady's tale in the echoes.
1941
She was a waitress on the boardwalk
in the year of the war, her soldier past the horizon.
The beach she stood in front of-
safe and calm.
The harbor he stood in front of-
in destruction.
1945
He promised to give her his life
upon his return
banded together forever.
Harsh waves of explosion
cause debris to fly like feathers in the wind.
But on firm ground,
she waits.
Monica Noury
was born in Haverhill, MA and raised in East Hampstead, NH. She is a junior English major at Franklin Pierce University and she enjoys watching the Red Sox and NASCAR racing.