Warm Memories and Sunny Days
Warm Memories and Sunny Days
Surging seas roll in, tormenting massed stony banks,
Tumbling shingle sings a loud rhythmic chorus,
Seaweed, foam, shells, crab claws plus shredded nets
Trace curvaceous flotsam lines where tidal powers wain.
Sun scorched sands squeeze up between tentative toes.
As step by step, they feel a painful way through a stoney maze.
Then to walk pain free across smooth glistening rippling sand,
Venturing into the surging surf, with wild looping strides
On through the foaming, rolling, crashing waves
To plunge, arms reaching out in front, up above ones head
Diving into a wonder world down below, so strange a place
A vast world of seaweed, shrimps, elusive crabs and tiny fish
That wondrous world we seek to visit as we hold a breath
Salt blurs our vision as we stare, also flavours naked skins
A juddering hand grabs a towel then eagerly wraps it tight
A pink purpley rash of goose bumps spread on cold limbs
Watch silken hairs rise up on quivering arms and naked legs
As the sun scorched sands imparts feelings of summer bliss
Reclining bodies then submit to the scorching sun,
Stretching out on warm soft golden sands that will venture
To those private parts which we cover from prying eyes.
Billowing clouds race by a sun playing hide and seek all day
Hot golden sun tracks on its way relentlessly to the west.
Gone, those special times and special pals all now my past.
Sadly all departed and washed away by the relentless tide of time.
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