Tybee Island

We left Savannah and drove to Tybee Island
Past the seemingly endless saltmarsh  
Which stretched to the horizon
And waved in the breeze
We drove over the Back River drawbridge  
And after a short while arrived at the beach
We heard the sea gulls cry amid the ocean waves
It was good to see the mighty Atlantic again
We walked past the sand dunes  
With their sea oats against the sky
Though it was mid-January  
We walked along the beach  
With tourist wearing coats and sweaters
But still enjoying the waves, the surf, and the foam
We watched a young boy flying his kite
Holding the string which arced upward
Unil it reached the rainbow fabric  
That was riding the wind high above the sand
As his younger sister eagerly rolled up her pant legs
Before their father came to collect them saying
“Come back up this way, we are not getting wet today.”
And as the sun peeked through the clouds
We made our way back down the beach and to the car
Where we brushed the sand from our shoes and drove past the  
Souvenir shops, the seafood shacks, and the ice cream stands
We drove the 17 miles back to Savannah
We had been to the island, we had seen the beach,
But it was winter and it was cold
Now it was time to go home