Poem about the boardwalk

I really didn't know where else to post this on Long Beach Patch.  I wrote a poem about the beach and the boardwalk and thought it would be nice to share it.

I missed the ceremony at the boardwalk the other day because I was at work. I sat down that night and wrote a poem (free verse, it does not rhyme) about the beach and boardwalk. It is titled:

The Beach and Boardwalk in Winter
By Dr. Martin G. Miller

Lying forlorn, forgotten in winter,
the sand now strewn with flotsam and rubbish,
the cold wind comes conquering all.

Mauled by tempest, this beach in winter,
the dunes and crowds have melted away.
It waits, passive, quiescent, for the sands that give it life to be renewed.
Springtime will see its life restored again.

If the beach is the body,
the boardwalk is the backbone.
Always present, solid, inviting,
in the worst of weather, the coldest of times.
You can lean on the railing and watch the surf on new years day,
the gulls your ever present companions.

Storm twisted and broken now,
it screams its anguish and begs for release.

They come with machines and goodwill.
With great fanfare, the shattered remnants of memories are removed almost lovingly
and taken away to live other recycled lives.

Century old bones of concrete remain. The foundation for renewal to come.

Newer, stronger, better, it will be rebuilt as the resting beach watches and waits and grows its own strength.

The old memories will always be there, but new ones will be created as it rises from the rubble of destruction.

Next year, you can lean on the railing and watch the surf on new years day,
the gulls your ever present companions.