Outer Banks by Glenda Council Beall

Outer Banks
by
Glenda Council Beall

Waves eat sand

from under my feet

at this historical place

where the Wright brothers

made the first flight.

They wouldn't know the place

now with beach houses six

rows deep along the beach.

Wild horses once roamed

free here. They are confined

because cars run them over.

Hundreds of ships sank

off the shore in spite of light

houses that blink in the night.

Modern technology moved

the Cape Hatteras beacon

a half mile using Vaseline

to make it slide.

I'll come here again, but not

in summer. I'll wait till snow

covers the sand and tourists

have all gone to Aspen.

Glenda Beall was raised on a farm in Albany, Georgia, and taught school for many years before relocating to western North Carolina. Her poetry, short stories, and essays have been widely published in journals, anthologies, newspapers, and magazines. Glenda teaches writing classes for adults and serves as Program Coordinator for the western branch of the North Carolina Writers Network. Learn more about Glenda at www.glendacouncilbeall.com.

rhonasheridan:
I love those sands eating my feet.
Posted 06/13/2015 02:05 AM

transitions:
A thoughtful poem of human indifference ~ to animals, our history and the planet. Too true but so well done.
Posted 06/12/2015 02:17 PM

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