I am the boardwalk lover, bringing shade to the ocean-side.
I love the boardwalk "not just sometimes", "just the summertime".
Beauties, Babies, Bare chest, Bare backs following family and
friends to a beach path overlooked by sunny skies, flowing grains
of sand sloped and settled down from beach chairs, sand buckets, sea
shells, lobster tails and crab claws. Here I am, chasing pecking pigeons
away, not just in the summertime, but all times. One can view a pigeon's
life, routine labor tasks, they peck, pick, echo sounds to their colony of
many, more than just a few fly along in flight, follow the strolls of beach-goers, bikers riding close to the rails in sight, those carrying and tasting walk-away bites during the day right into the night.
It is a "pigeon steal of a meal"....I see the sand castles standing tall, artistic
creations piled high from a boy, a girl or someone who stands tall. Never "Under the Boardwalk".... One can lay, sit, stand or stoop on the beach free of shade, guarantee a tan, just in a day, blistered and buckled even the ocean waters won't wash away....