The dogs they bark, the seagulls cry,
As time and tide just drift on by.
The joggers bound along the prom,
Their pounding feet go on and on.

The children play down on the sand, 
Bucket and ***** tight in their hand.
It takes me back to times I played,
Proud of each sandcastle I had made.

The sun so hot, the sea so calm,
People bathe without fear of harm.
Children paddle on the sandy shore,
Captivated by the seas hypnotic roar.

The sun it hangs bright in the sky,
The gentle breeze a passing sigh.
The panoramic view, a sight to see,
This sure feels like heaven to me.

A soothing way to pass each day,
To let my cares just drift away.
To live like this, such satisfaction,
The sounds of man, a sad distraction.

The seagulls flock to a piece of bread,
While a playful seal pops up his head.
Off he goes with a sudden swish,
Returning quickly with a fish.

The sun still beats so stifling hot,
Children’s ice creams all melt and drop.
The smell of oil wafts through the air,
The bathers’ skin, cooked medium rare.

To summers days like this I miss,
Memories filled of childhood bliss.
The days roll on, the years go by,
But now I just dream on and sigh.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
2012