Young man out for a tan.
Lay your weary body, in the hot white sand.
Lying around watching the surf.
While keeping your life, on hot dry land.
Take things in stride, with a strong firm hand.
While you lay your weary body,
in the hot white sand.
Winds a blowing.Winds that blow.
Blowing winds are the winds that show.
Shirts and shorts, they fly like a flag.
Beach goers chasing in a game of tag.
No stars, no stripes, just men like you.
Lying around with nothing to do.
So lay your weary body, in the hot white sand.
Another young man, out for a tan.
Try to keep your life on HOT DRY LAND..
Beach Goer-Poem By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem