Seaside Scene - Poem by Greg Costello
The selfish sun gathers hoards by the shore.
Parties of people decamp, floating towels onto their chosen patch.
Toddlers transfixed by the sea, tangle in their togs: beach-bums.
Swimmers squeal, tiptoeing their way to the required depth, others bound with looping legs; attempting to ignore the tide's temperature.
Waves crash and bang, as bare-chested builders carefully decide where sandcastles won't subside.
Sunbathers bask to the intermittent shushing of sun-sprays; parasols protect the fairer kind.
Magnums are munched; ice-cream cones rotated on outstretched tongues, conscientiously saving sand bound drips.
Children clutch kite-strings; letting too their laughter soar on the salted air.
Eventually evening intervenes, forcing the sun to relinquish its solar grip.
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