The Beautiful Carolina Coast - Poetry

Miles of waves crashing on the beautiful Carolina Coast

The cry of the gull and the wind in your hair

Then something inside you reaches out

And grabs hold of all that good stuff.

When that happens

You have the Carolina Coast in your blood

And you come back, you come back, you come back.

Imagine those early explorers in their great sailing ships

Months on the open sea, boredom, bad food, bad water and then

To step out onto those glorious Carolina beaches

And they come back, they come back, they come back.

Now all of us share the same public beaches
We leave our tracks in the sand without race, color or creed
Just a bunch of people having fun at the beach.


I can see the right of it, I can see the wrong of it

But one thing I’ll always know is

I come back, I come back, I come back

To the beautiful Carolina coast.