Life Is A Beach

Ok here’s something I never thought I would do. I’ve never really been in to it. I have never read it. Ok that’s a bit of a lie as of yesterday. I did listen to a little of it and follow along as the teacher read it out in English studies at school, but I didn’t understand it, so I suppose that’s why I never got into it.

This could be the dumbest thing I have ever done but I want to give it a go.

What is it?

When I photograph something, I photograph it because it makes me feel a certain way or moves me in a certain way or reminds me of something from the past. But that meaningfulness is not always evident to me at the time I take the shot. Could it be somehow I am subconsciously drawn to it? I don’t know. Sometimes it’s not until I view the images afterwards that it hits me what it was that drew me in.

So I want to tell the story behind the image in a way I have never done before.


OK. Here we go. Gulp! Don’t laugh to hard because I’m crapping myself here


Yeah, poetry. If you know me, you’re probably rolling around on the floor laughing your head off about now. I know, even at this stage as I write this I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

The image below was the catalyst for me to do so. I posted it on my Google + page and title it “Life Is A Beach” with the comment, Bring on summer. It reminded of the mornings I walked the Ruakaka Beach last summer.  I looked for somebody else’s poetry to add to it, but couldn’t find what I wanted. So I thought why not have a go myself. After all it is my picture and would be my reflection of the time there.

Copyright © Gregory Young 2013
Copyright © Gregory Young 2013

So here we go.

Life Is A Beach

Crisp, early morning stroll, golden sands beneath my feet
I Gaze toward the horizon, and hear the oceans heartbeat

The sun awakens to warm my soul, like music to my ears
Like the waves over my footprints, evaporating all my fears

I am lost in this place, not wanting to be found
But knowing nothing, nothing is forever, I stop and turn around

Returning to the place I came, people will appear
With dogs and sticks playing fetch, and children everywhere

“Life Is A Beach”

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