At The Pleasure Sea (Couplets) Poem by Gert Strydom

At the tide-pool some tanned couples walk about,
some children do run around and joyful they shout,

the water is crystal clear with a deep hue of cobalt blue
while some bathers do dive in and swim right through,

others cling to the walls where they stand and chat,
dressed in a bathing-suit on your head there's a straw hat,

where in perfect proportions your entire body gleam
and nearby into the lagoon flows a bubbling stream,

the sand of the beach is creamy-white and soft underfoot
while we wait on chilled drinks from the car's boot,

away the ocean stretches, in the distance its green like grass,
but its sunburnt surface lies calm and it seems flat like glass

while a milk-white ocean-liner appears over the far horizon
and with a lazy dip into the pleasure sea our afternoon goes on,

our two small toddler grandchildren seem beyond happy,
their parents more reserved while a barking dog runs free, m

the water that rolls in and out barely touches their feet
and picture perfect with your smile the day seem complete.

© Gert Strydom