At The Beach Poem by Moses Ocharo

Today your cool auras have come tumbling forth
And swashed hard at my small sandy-white heart
By telepathy i feel your warm waking froth
And thy teasing droplets in play taking part
How thy salty scent doth prick my sense
As Pseidon's children wrestle with the wind
As he rows with trident thy blue essence
And the waterskiers glide artly on thy hind
How kids do comb my beards with plastic spades!
And braid castles and forts of human size
As men and women spread their shades
And mats of peticolour to harmonize
Also let us be merry as the day outglows
Till when the night's past not know how it goes.