Tiny beads of fine sand
Run laughing through my hand
Right here at the beach
With everything within reach
My shovel and pail
The ground so frail
The constant roar
The birds all soar
Sandwiches with a crunch
Always make a good lunch
Salt fresh in the air
Floating by a sand castle lair
Everything seems so right
Sleeping adults kids in fright
Of the advancing tide
Little ***** that try to hide
All the kids come for the day
they always want to stay
The calm whistle of the breeze
The ice cream that always seems to please
The laughter of children floats about
Its a happy place no doubt
Filled with beach towels and old books
To those secret rock nooks
The beach holds many mysteries
Each with its own history