First post

Hi. This is the first post, as you can see. The title sort of gives it away. So, since I am new to this, I am going to post a poem.

The Lost Beauty of the Beach.

The waves would beat relentlessly,
if not for the tangled mess
of broken bottles,
twisted plastic,
smell of of old
cigarettes.
The damp wind reeks 
the softest  wing beats of the gull disturb
the despairing  calm of the beach,
fold
its wings.
Lost forever
the beach holds forgotten beauty.