The beach,

Sparkling and shimmering,

While sun-kissed people

With bright bathers

And sunscreen splotched on,

Some carrying dripping ice-creams,

Others talking,

Look into the crisp, blue ocean,

Where surfers ride the wild crashing waves that race to shore,

To an endless golden blanket of soft sand.


The beach,

With the unlimited stretch of ocean,

The salty taste in my mouth,

And the salt crystals in my hair,

A delicious smell of hot chips in the air,


The beach,

The crumbling thunder of the waves,

Smashing on the ground and against rocks,

The happy sighs of the earth,

As summer is here again.