Beautiful Scenery Poem by Shane Clawson

Think I will clear my head

On the wooden path down to the shore,

Smell of salt and tourism

I feel the sand in between my toes



Sun is shining, I have to squint

but I don't mind the eye work

Because it's a glorious morning

Escaping from that city life



I planned on starting my summer readings

Mix of Austen and Tolstoy

To refresh my intellectual muscles

Got the page bent at the corner



Scattered around me are beach shells

If you look hard, there is plenty of oysters

Distributed along the coast

Deep fried, a tourist's delicacy.



The water is frigid

Not the time for swimming

Clean air with my SPF 100

This bookworm and his umbrella.