Made of sand and kissed by the surf
Mated in Summer by physicality
Quite oily and rarin’ to stay
Footprints behind footprints
Over the sand and into the dunes
For gritty encounters
Up close and impersonal
God and the universe made beaches
As vacation and end of the world
Destinations of fun and aaah-time
Artists paint them
Feet recollect the surf’s siren call
Sunsets adore them
Sunrises smile upon them
Storms ravage them
But on the fringe of the great oceans
Endless Summer lays in wait
For the next visitor, the next Islander
To find, play and chill
On, and by, our favorite beaches.
2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Tis an excellent poem! ! Good depiction! !