On the soft golden sand of the water's edge I stand,
Nearly lost in my thoughts.
With the warmth of the sun at my back
And the cool ocean breeze in my face,
My attention is drawn to a small brown shape
Being pushed to shore by the mighty waves.
As it finally lands on the golden beach,
I run to discover what it could be.
Looking up at me with sad brown eyes full of fear
Is a baby seal, so far from home.
© 1983 TDD
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