Sunning and running we melt into the beach,
coconut oil coats all of our skin complete,
shouts from children whose feet got wet,
kites hang overhead bobbing in fete
roasting over coals, the hotdogs covered with sand,
beer in can, safe in our hands,
toes dug beneath the heat find the clams
hair pulled back, to allow sun to blush our tans
These are the moments we treasure the best
the castle we built from scraps found in nests
the sunset that towered and sunk beneath waves
the kisses we shared whenever we craved.
The beach is our home whenever we escape
to the mother of us all, the deep open seas.