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
Your beach sounds full of bullies. Darn jet skiers and sand castle wreckers! Fun poem. :)
ReplyDeleteI didn't even write about the fishermen trying to snag the swimmers.
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