At Sunday's Beach Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Sand, shore and seashells,
It's Sunday with lots to tell, crabs crawl crazily in corners,
Fishes freshly fin in a frying fan,
Cozy cottages celebrate county cuisine,
Child in crib cries contentedly,
Varied views of ventilated vehicles
Contrasting the coconut crown of country's culture,
Profile of people progress powerfully,
With the wishy-washy white waves,
Waded in whisper to the well-wishers,
As lone life lulled lavishly of learning,
On Sunday's Beach- Best!