call of seagulls in the early morning
croak of frogs in the pond at night
never-ending surf, pounding or lapping, meeting the shore
breeze whipping through hair, swirling around ears, refreshing hot skin
pour and drip of a rainshower as it rises and falls
beating of sunrays – til a cloud drifts by
steam from the ground and the burn from the sand
coolness of water in the tide or the pool
redness of skin and the lightening of hair
rainbow colors of suits and floats, towels and boats
aroma of seafood, and fries, and fruit
tastes of sweetness, and salt, and sauce
rolling and thumping of coolers across the boardwalk to the beach
slapping of balls and Frisbees as they hit – hands, or water, or sand
snapping of beach chairs setting up or folding down
flapping of umbrellas and towels in the wind
words and images from books engulfing your thinking
strains of music keeping time in the background of your life
laughter and whispers of friends and families, sharing time together
memories to last til this time next year
I could be a man on the moon and be tasting watermelon after reading your poem
I am thankful you could “sense” the beach through my words!