The Beach

The Beach

Where mothers, fathers and children play,

And sandy feet skip to ball game noises.

Where waving minds inside tiny faces run,

And big round smiles grow.

Where the lapping shores of deepness fade.

And waves of energy ends.

Where the weedy grass appears beneath,

And the gulls of oceans squawk.

Where huts on promenade street do sit,

And buckets, balls and spades all live.

Where passers by do sit,

And nose through curtains drawn.

Where bikinis slip,

And trunks grip,

Those mishapen,

Mid-life forms.