Our Summer Fun
The summer sun shined in the sky like a jewel.
Dad and daughter happily played in the waves.
Beach sand was hot but the saltwater felt cool.
This day in my memory, I'll always save.
A ride on Dad's shoulders always made me smile.
Holding my hand, we walked the beach for a mile.
My dad wearing flip flops and his cut off jeans,
searching for shells, my mind's eye relives the scene.
Hot dogs in hand as sea gulls swooped down to spy,
hoping to steal a bite of our beach cuisine.
Sodas in cans, rock and roll played in hifi,
bare feet in the sand, body doused in sunscreen.
Details have faded over the many years,
but this day's imprinted behind salted tears.
A vision of ocean sparkling in the sun,
hearing Dad's laugh on the shore, our summer fun
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 14, 2012
for A Summer Memory contest (Frank Herrera)
Third place
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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