Morning on the Beach / Georgia Wood Pangborn

Morning on the Beach  (1915)  by Georgia Wood Pangborn

from Poetry, June 1915

Morning on the Beach

LA children on beach, 2011. Photo by Virginia State Parks staff. Licensed under Creative Commons, courtesy Wikimedia Commons.

Some brighter thing than sunlight touched the sea
And out of dawn arose a wind of joy:
They woke and chirped - my girl, and then my boy -
Like birds that have not learned what fears there be.
“And now,” I thought, “there dawns a day to me:
One day, at least, defies moon-prophecies;
One day shall call the old world sorrows lies,
So let us now be happy utterly!”
 
  Then we had playmates in the grains of sand –
I heard them, many-laughing, by the water;
The sweet air thrilled to speech without a tongue.
They met my boy and led him by the hand
To venturous depths; they showed my little daughter
How children built on sand when time was young.

This poem is in the public domain