Memory Of Seaside Heights

Seaside Heights comes to mind, full of ocean and boardwalk, crying to be seen again. A formidable memory of fantastic sights, smells and experiences. Wading into the ocean, body surfing, being knocked around by waves of wonderful delight. Picking up seashells off the ocean's floor of sand, listening to their salty roar when put by your ears. Coming out of a refreshing time, walking to the boardwalk for sausage, peppers and taffy, then rides on the scrambler, octopus and merry-go-round. Times of exuberant joy are everlasting in this heart of mine, exploding poetry out of the memories never lost inside.