The Beach
When the sun starts to bite
And the cicadas screech
Time to pack the car
and head to the beach.
It’s not very far that
You have to drive
To a place you can relax,
Swim, surf, or dive.
Just the sight of the ocean
Makes you feel unstressed
And with so many choices
we are truly blessed.
The ultramarine sky
And clear water below.
The sand on the shore
Almost as white as snow .
Sea breeze blows gently,
Waves licking your toes,
Gulls winging above
And salt air in your nose.
Sounds of kids laughing
As they fill up their pails
Dogs chasing balls
And wagging their tails
Lay on your towel
And read a good book
Or throw in a line
And see what you hook.
Paddle out a board
And catch a nice wave
Or maybe do nothing
If that’s what you crave.
The beach offers salvation
From the teaming rat race
It’s a place to unwind
And reset the pace.
It cleanses your body
And heals your soul
When everyday living
Has taken its toll.
When you feel like peace
Is out of your reach
Pack up the car
And head to the beach.
By Julie Scott
