Fun-filled Day

The beach is a place I go,

Summertime or in the snow.

In the morning to watch the sun,

Rise in the east and then I run.

I love to run along the beach,

Headphones on, mind out of reach.

Music blaring load in my ears,

It drowns away my tears and fears.

To the lighthouse and back I go,

This is a path that I know.

I will be tired when I reach the end,

And that is what I need, my friend.

My body tired, my mind relaxed,

My tension is no longer maxed.

I jump the fence, home I go,

Smiling now but moving slow.

Showered, dressed, feeling cool,

I get ready to go to school.

Ready to go, I’m on my way,

Starting another fun-filled day.

A Sunny Day

The radiant sun burned through the morning haze,

like a luminous glow signaling summery days.

The shining disc was like a clarion call,

to those who wanted to surf or play volleyball.

Parents relax and bask in the brilliant sun,

while the kids build sandcastles and have fun!

After a snow-filled winter and cold spring,

a sunny day at the beach is the perfect thing!

Upon the Sea

The sand squishes between my toes,

And the sun beats down on my nose.

The beach is where I find my Zen,

That, or writing with my pen.

I get up from where I sit,

And jump into the water for a bit.

The power of the ocean calms my mind,

Allowing my tired body to unwind.

Whether I swim, surf or ski,

I long to be out upon the sea.

The crashing waves and rolling surf,

Will always be my home turf.

The Best Season

The sand was hot beneath my feet,

I didn’t care, I welcomed the heat.

Me and Summer are like one,

I love the warmth of the sun.

Winter is gone, I am so glad,

Though in Spring, I can be sad.

School and snow are both such bores,

In the summer, I don’t mind my chores.

I’d rather dig a garden in the sun,

Than shovel snow when it’s minus one.

Summer is the time for me,

The only time I feel free.

I can lay on the beach all day long,

And listen to the ocean’s song.

The ocean song fills my mind,

Allowing me to unwind.

If I need to cool my skin,

I race to the sea and jump in.

With all I’ve said I need no reasons,

To say Summer is the best of seasons.

Tourist Town

The crowds come every summer.

For us locals, what a bummer.

A tourist town is where I live.

People flock here with money to give.

To stores and attractions where they go,

to buy some stuff or watch a show.

Even at the ice cream shop,

the line’s long, I will not stop.

They visit my town every year,

but let me make one thing clear,

though they spend lots of cash

they also make lots of trash.

To the bars, they go at night,

to get drunk and then they fight.

I know they spend lots of dough,

but I wish that they’d go

elsewhere else with their money,

and their kids and their honey.

But to the town, cash is king.

They want the tourists and their bling.

I’ll end this rant with one wish,

they don’t find where I fish.

I need just one place,

where I won’t have to face

a tourist with an angry voice.

Quiet time is my choice.

If they find my fishing hole,

then I know just where I’ll go.

I’ll have to run on the beach,

where I’m always out of reach.

Though in the end, the crowds will come,

they won’t bother this beach bum.

Summer Dreams

You lay back in the sun

after a long hard run.

The ocean’s waves lap the shore,

and you relax down to your core.

Your eyes close, your muscles unwind.

Tension leaves your body and mind.

As you slowly drift off to sleep,

happy thoughts, your dreams keep.

The sun shining, the sky clear,

nary a cloud found far or near.

Time goes by, then slowly you wake,

rising from the sand with a shake.

Running your fingers through your hair,

sand, sand everywhere.

Hair and clothes now free of sand,

feeling connected to the land.

Your feet moving, your mind now free,

your thoughts as happy as can be.

Towards home, you go, leaving the beach,

your dreams now feel within reach.

Stressful Day

Thoughts of you filled his mind,

As his stressful day unwinds.

A text or two and you’re there,

Running your fingers through his hair.

A word of love, a gentle kiss,

You turn his stress into bliss.

Hand in hand, you stroll the beach,

Never stopping until you reach,

The favorite spot for you two,

A quiet place for him and you.

You lay your head against his chest,

Glad you’re away from all the rest.

You wait to see what tonight may bring,

A quiet talk or other things.