By Andrew R. Duckworth
My feet have felt different sands-
The gulf shore, the Carolina coast,
Amalfi I loved the most,
But my feet have other lands
They seek to step about.
Too long they’ve found
Layers of modernity and doubt.
I seek the ancients that still stand,
Histories that ancient ruins command,
As my mind lays the path
And my feet walk it out.
My feet seek the edges of the world,
And the feeling of different sands.