One Afternoon at the beach-2/5/07 2:30 pm

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    One Afternoon at the beach-2/5/07 2:30 pm

    Rubber floaters everywhere
    Cartwheels on the sand
    Half-naked figures, young and old.

    Binoculars capturing close up view of distant motion
    Children huddled together
    Splashing, shouting, swimming.

    Kling!Kling!Kling! so the bell goes
    Inviting watery mouths to savor home-made ice cream.

    Bottles and bottles of malt and ale
    Under the hot sun
    One child looks very pale
    Everyone else you hear the sound excitement and fun.

    An infant taking a nap
    secured and contented on her mother's lap.

    Aroma of barbequed ork and grilled fish
    To taste it , oh how I wish!

    Sun caps, sun glasses
    Beach towels small and large
    People keep coming, they all seem to barge.

    The water looks warm
    I can feel the sun"s cool breeze.

    At a distance
    White -painted boats docked
    Near a pile of rocks.

    In a corner
    An old woman all by herself
    Awed at the sight right before her.

    Seaweeds, a young boy wear it as a wig
    Or was it to protect his head from the hot sun?

    Amidst the run-down shacks
    A throng of artists gather to plan
    Future exhibits and subjects to paint.

    Seagulls or flying sword fish?
    Hovering close by.

    A wooden board
    This young boy is holding
    Wishing it was areal surfing board.



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    Phoenix9 commented on One Afternoon at the beach-2/5/07 2:30 pm

    12-23-2009

    wow I could almost be there, very descriptive of where you live, I miss being there, here its cold and snowing I can't wait till summer once again, this write reminds me so much of, Thanks, deep and full of life a great write

    SMURKZ commented on One Afternoon at the beach-2/5/07 2:30 pm

    05-22-2009

    That was a very deep poem. I can relate to the wishing for a better way to live. Check me out: I'm Smurkz.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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