Life’s A Beach (My poem and pics)

(Photos taken by me)


Twas the last days of Summer,

and I had a plan,

to go catch some rays

and lay on the sand.


After finding a spot

right on the shoreline,

I got myself ready

to lay back and unwind.


Ahhh, the cool breeze,

the warm sun on my face,

as I take in the sights

of this beautiful place.


The waves approach shore

so foamy and white,

but can sneak up on you, too,

like a thief in the night.

As they crash upon you

while you’re standing on shore,

the rush of excitement

makes you come back for more.


Although this is fun,

it starts coming to mind

as with all things in life

there’s an alternate side.


Like wait, what the heck

just crawled onto my toe?

On second thought maybe….

I’d rather not know.

And sunscreen, I must

constantly reapply

for if not, my skin

in no time will fry.


While surrounded by people

all bronzed by the sun,

a tan made of freckles

is what I’VE begun.


And seashells, though pretty

when in one solid piece,

once broken up small can be

sharp on your feet.


So farewell to you Summer,

as you draw to a close,

life sure can be”a beach”…

but that’s just the way that it goes!

12 Comments

  • Allah-O-Akbar says:

    Not much into poetry, but the beach pics are very good.

  • Mango_Chutney says:

    Fun! Your toes cracked me up. Soon enough beach season will be over… 😉

  • LethalAmbrose says:

    you’ll get the fetishists demented with these pics hahahaha poem’s funny.I like the style

  • Roscoe says:

    Loved it. Loved the poem. Loved the photos.
    Love the beach…
    Damn I want to go to the beach…

  • Cowgirl says:

    Nice pics and very cute poem! 🙂 Summer’s awful nice. It took so long to get here for us, that I’m really appreciating it this year. We took the horses up into the hills today. They (the horses) did so well, and the mountains stood ruggedly beautiful in the last, golden rays of the sun.

    Then Jamey and I decided to trade horses. When he attempted to mount, the saddle slipped sideways and down he fell onto the hard earth. The horse, though, stayed solid thankfully, even though his clothes were on side-ways and he spooks easily. Jamey’s sore but in one piece. Life appears to be a paradise, but then reality (this time in the form of the earth) strikes you with a hard blow and brings you back to your senses!

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