The Beach
Swaths of sun bleached white sand
spread to the left and right for what seems
to be eternity.
Umbrellas in rainbow colors dot the horizon.
Their shade offering cool comfort to men and women
with glistening bronze skin.
Children run laughing and playing amongst the sea spray.
While castles with ramparts tall wage a loosing battle
against the ever rising and falling tide.
Emerald green sea weed waves with the lapping of rolling
waves.
In the distance a vendor's voice rings out:
"Ice cold soda! Cotton candy! Hot dogs!!"
The sent of his wares mingles with
the sweet tang of tanning lotion
and the salty bite of
ocean air.
High overhead sea birds glide
through clouds of cottony
white.
Clouds lost in an ocean of refreshing blue.
The call and cry of hungery gulls blends with
the crash and roll of breaking waves.
Melding, to weave a spell that will somehow make this day
unforgetable.
Thinking of the heat of summer caused this image to form.
Summer is full of gifts. One of my favorites has always
been a day at the beach.
Sir Aaron SpellSong
July 4th 1998
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