The August Sun
I woke up before the sun had rose,
And left the motel in summer clothes.
I walked downstairs from the second floor,
And from the road, had reached the shore.
My bare feet sifted through the sand
As I walked to the point where waves met land.
The waves they swashed, I began to run
Towards the east to the rising sun.
From below the horizon it grew in size.
And for the first time, I saw the dawn with my own eyes.
I still remember the people walking down
Along the beach away from town.
About the Contributor
Mark Khreptyk, Staff Writer
Mark is a Staff Writer forĀ The Colonial.