Inspired by both Verselove‘s onomatopoeia poem invitation by Margaret and NWP’s Write Out Write Where We Stand Challenge, I took a mental walk on the beach this afternoon. The beach is truly my place.
Funky fishy salty smells
feel like my favorite pair of jeans,
an old friend, familiar and cozy and comforting.
Whistles and squawks harmonize,
sea songs narrating bird stories
from water to shore.
Pop, pop, crunch
kelp floats explode under my feet.
When I hear the rumble-whoosh
whisper of waves lapping the shore,
I know I am home.
@kd0602
Thinking Through My Lens 
Rumble woosh is nice onomatopoeia for the ocean sound. Your poem is full of imagery that places me there with you.
Gosh, those photos! Amazing!! Of course this is your place. “rumble-whoosh /
whisper of waves lapping the shore” is just perfect.
Kim, what a beautiful place to be able to call your place. On this Earth Day, I know you appreciate it and care for it. ” rumble-whoosh / whisper of waves lapping the shore” Just listen to those ocean waves; I can hear them in your poetry.