A DAY AT THE BEACH
by Marie Matheny
The sun and sand go hand in hand.The sound of constant waves -There's a smell of salt in the air.The ocean is seen through a haze.
The parents bring their childrenAnd watch them play in the sand.They help them jump the wavesBy holding little hands.
The teens exude vitality and youth.They know they're coming of age.They strut and prance and dance aroundAs if they were on stage.
Lovers strolling hand in handEnjoy their day of sun and sand.They seem to think they're all alone -The crowded beach on which they roam.
The old move slow and steadyThinking it's no notion.This could be the last timeThey get to see the ocean.
The seagulls glide in circles.It seems without a care,But really they are searchingA crumb to catch mid-air.
Scattered on the beachAre castles made of sand.Some are small and messy - Others big and grand.
If one is lucky,While looking out to seaThey may spot some dolphinsSwimming gracefully.
A day at the beach is not completeWithout catching the perfect waveOr gathering shells along the shore -Souvenirs of a perfect day...
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