Memories of visits to the beach with cloudless blue skies.
Family picnics there on fine breezy afternoons.
I was flooded with smells of fresh air and garden rose.
Ocean mist and crashing waves against my little ankles,
My first entry into the water sent shudders within me,
and boy did I splash about in the cool sensation.
A shovel and red pail in my hand, sandcastles built so high,
that are decorated with beach lay abouts.
and just as astonishingly, my dazzling castle washed away.
I held a seashell to my ear, heard it whisper my name.
As I lay, warmed by the sun on the sand,
the water would reach up and try to tickle my tummy.
The wind blew in my face, through my half wet hair.
Smiles and laughs of millions, shared with my delightful sisters.
But then evening would come, and we would go.
I sat glued to the back seat window of the station wagon,
viewing my last time at the beach.