We went to a restaurant by the sea
For fish as fresh as it could be.
We ate; we drank; we laughed; we talked.
Then out upon the beach we walked.
The sand was hot between our toes.
The waves lapped up to wet our clothes.
The breeze it smelled of salt and kelp.
And on a board a surfer knelt.
He found his wave; he took his pose.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: beach,sea