Poetry Day - Beaches
The waves roll in.The waves roll out.
The waves play heck
With those with gout.
Watching waves at the beach
Bring calm to the soul
So does the browning of
A sliced-open peach.
You say soothing.
I say boring.
Let’s keep our aplombo.
Friend, it’s a combo.
Sand gets everywhere.
Sand gets everywhere.
Sand gets everywhere.
Sand gets everywhere.
My kids love the wet ocean.
They could spend their lives in it.
Maybe we did descend from
Cells the size of spit.
Paul R. De Lancey, First Lord of Fun
Visit his website at www.lordsoffun.com
