Poetry day

Reckless Adventure by Dawn Illsley

The waves crash and retreat back to repeat.

I shouldn’t be surprised by my wet toes,

but the waves chase me up the beach.

Like a game of tag in the back yard.

I’ve wandered into a place not meant for me.

I feel like an intruder,

The sign says off limits.

But I still go,

cheating the under tow,

Reckless adventure.