A Day at the Beach
My hairdo is unraveling in the ocean’s spray,
and the men are talking fishing so I haven’t much to say.
I do not know their language and the sea breeze makes me cough.
My skin’s at risk in sunlight, but a stone-throw’s distance off,
in the shelter of a palm tree, I find shade, at least,
open up my backpack and partake in a small feast.
Then after I have eaten, when the sun has reached the rim
of the far horizon, I finally have a swim.
For once the sun’s not flaming, it creates a lovely glow,
sinking toward the ocean and vanishing below.
The sea has pleased the fishermen all day, cast after cast,
but as the sun sinks into it, it’s pleasing me, at last.
For CMMC: Pick a Topic from my photo Photo by Cee!!!

This is a pure delight for me. Really!
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Thanks FM…you’ve been there done that.
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I totally relate to that. Ah for an ocean swim!
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Love the beach but can’t take the sun.
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Such a flowing, accurate, description of such a day
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I simply cannot do sun or it does me in!!
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Beautiful scene setting Judy
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I like your day at the beach 😀 😀
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You’re a shady character. A true confession.
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Well you knew that, right?
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