The Beach
A poem
Walking across the hot sand
Bare feet pleasantly warm
Watching boats bob gently in the blue
Waters swaying in the deep beyond
Shoulders turning an angry red
Hair a lighter shade of blonde
Hands clasped in my beautiful wife’s
As we walk along the strand
Beachballs flit from child to child
Laughter with delight in bright eyes
The gentle breeze playing along
Blowing towels from dripping hands
Parents covered up in the sand
Kids building sandcastles too close
The gentle waves running up the beach
Tossing them all aside
When nighttime comes around
We repair to Alfresco dine
With the warm breeze and sea view
And a glass of nice chilled wine
These are the days I love the most
Sharing them with my sweet wife
It fills my heart with warmth and joy
Sharing memories and loving life
