Memories

Whisper doth the waves
as they crash against the shore 
Watching as the horses ride 
on the white tipped crests 
Racing to the beach
Upon the beach they rest 

Sing doth the seagulls
that dive and soar and frolic 
While you try and hide your chips
moving like an alcoholic. 

Clip, clip goes the pincers of the hermit crab,
looking for some scraps
to sneakily nab

Toot toot goes the horn
of a ferry far out at sea 
Bobbing on the open water
carrying people like you and me

Pat pat goes the spade
as it pats the sand real tight 
Over goes the bucket 
Oh my god what a sight 
A perfect standing sandcastle
with four perfect towers on top, 
a flag to catch the wind
and some pebbles finish the plot 

Eating melting ice cream can be quiet funny
Especially when it melts and turns  all runny 
People laugh and jeer as your tongue flaps all about 
trying to catch every last drop before it hits the ground 

These are fond memories of when i went to the beach 
The icing on the cake was the sunset at its peak 
I loved the way the sea seemed to cool the sun 
Then it dissipated below the ocean blue
blues mingled with the red then
then red turned to pure blue  
Then it was gone!