A FROLIC ON THE BEACH

We walk along the sandy shore
And who could ask for more?
The sun’s out there, but a few clouds too
Which give reprieve from the heat for you
The little creek’s deep and you take off your shoes
Nothing’s going to bite you, so there’s nothing to lose
You see some people, they look like dots
When they get closer you see that they’re tots
Where are their mothers and how about dads?
But then we see them running up and it kind of makes us glad
They stop and wave and we wave back
Then they jabber to the parents about this and that

My friend Dave’s dog is gone for the day
But there are enough dogs with which to play
They are cute little things and they won’t bite
The grandpa man said they didn’t even fight
I believe him, I think, and said as much
Then laughed as though he was out of touch
Kept on walking; the sun was bearing down
We needed a break from it to save my burning crown

At a friend’s house we found an empty deck
Took a load off our feet and thought what the heck
Believed no one home but then it never fails
A bid to come in for a drink, I’ll move the copper rails
Found a chair and sat down it was nice
Had myself a water, no lemon and no ice
Plans made for dinner; the plans unfold
Half-hour to walk home and we walked the road

So we had wine and then dinner at seven
What can I say it was like being in heaven
Everything seemed to be going our way
It was just one more beautiful day.

By Steve Haarman
July 7, 2011