Beach

by The Cheesesellers Wife

Crunching down the shingle
Drinking the sea breeze
Listening to your chatter
As you throw pebbles into the sea

Heat is no longer the enemy
Its relaxing powers repaired
Breathing salt essence
In gloriously cool sea air

Brothers gently bickering
Who threw the greatest distance
Your deep voices lift in humour
And how we love to listen

Chilling on the shingle
Hanging out with the family
Talking about almost nothing
Companionably

Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond

https://thecheesesellerswife.wordpress.com/

…we went to the beach with our sons to escape the heat, and I broke out in rhyme once more….

7 Comments to “Beach”

  1. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

  2. It’s the best when we could supplement our happy memories with a well rhymed poem. It’s makes the memory, even precious!

  3. Wonderful wordsmithery about a place which is as much a part of me as I am part of it – the beach.

  4. Ahhhhh this sounds like a nice summer experience 🙂

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