Friday, April 18, 2014

The Beach

The shoreline arched into a curve.
It stretched forever, this favoured beach.
A periodic fishing pier.

Blissful swimmers, the jet-ski's swerve.
Just several inches out of reach.
Irritating every Peer.

An eight year child will volunteer.
Her brothers help she will beseech.
Sand castles her career.

A bully kicks some sand, what nerve!
The scrawny nerd starts to screech.
Girlfriend tries to disappear.

J.A.Scott

2 comments:

  1. Your beach sounds full of bullies. Darn jet skiers and sand castle wreckers! Fun poem. :)

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    1. I didn't even write about the fishermen trying to snag the swimmers.

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