The Sun Beating Down. Poem by David Boyce

The sun beating down.

The dust blowing wildly,
Across the barren land,
The sun beating down,
On the beaches sands.

The palm trees moving,
With its shadows cast below,
Waiting for some moisture,
To help them to grow.

Looking at the crisp clean water,
Sitting in the poolside seats,
Happy just to relax,
It is just like the beach.

The clear blue sky,
The sun beating down,
Upon your bodies skin,
Which is now tanning brown.


Written by David Boyce
21 August 2013