Think I will clear my head
On the wooden path down to the shore,
Smell of salt and tourism
I feel the sand in between my toes
Sun is shining, I have to squint
but I don't mind the eye work
Because it's a glorious morning
Escaping from that city life
I planned on starting my summer readings
Mix of Austen and Tolstoy
To refresh my intellectual muscles
Got the page bent at the corner
Scattered around me are beach shells
If you look hard, there is plenty of oysters
Distributed along the coast
Deep fried, a tourist's delicacy.
The water is frigid
Not the time for swimming
Clean air with my SPF 100
This bookworm and his umbrella.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful beach scenery nice imagery I remember the sand between my toes. Nice feeling