I step on the warm sand
The tide is rising high
But soon the rising tide
Will be drawing nigh
The beach is at its smallest
With the water so close to the dunes
But the day is only half
As it is only noon
The seagulls fly above
Hoping to catch a snack
Warm water
It's all this beach may lack
The breeze is blowing
Gently cooling all
The waves are rolling in
Muffling the seagull's call
The sand, soft between my toes
As I relax in the noonday sun
The conversations rise
Sounds carry of the fun
The waves come crashing
Rolling to the shore
Boogey boarders miss a wave
But still there are more
They catch a wave
And the thrill begins
They ride it to the shore
Their faces show vibrant grins
Beach balls
Volley balls
Just catching ball
You may see it all
The games are played
And memories made
Cooling in the waves
For there is no tree shade
Sand castles built
And shells collected
These memories stored
To be happily recollected
A soft breeze blows
And lifts my hair
On this pleasant day
With weather fair
This is the beach
Where as each day ends
Happy thoughts and memories
For years my heart lends
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