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Details | Tanka | |

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Details | Rhyme | |

A line in the sand

There is simply a line drawn in the sand
Tracing a route from the sea to the land
Sometimes it swirls around and around
Telling it's story without any sound

Here it is broken, then badly mended
It doesn't stop, the shore has not ended
Then come the letters as big as a whale
Spelling a name is just part of this tale

It's Wiggling now this way and back
The miniature footprints are easy to track
A tell tale sign that there's children about
That they're having fun, there can be no doubt

The beach is a page, a spade for a pen
We write sand-castle, again and again
The line runs between them, now it's a track
Imaginary train line, clickety clack

The line on the beach means, "please can we stay"
We turn to the kids and then finally say,
(as the sun starts to dip, and sadly we go)
"We'll do it again tomorrow you know"







Contest : Line
8th Place
Contest : featured poem of the week... 
2nd place


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | Verse | |

End of the Road

At the end of the road,
Pavement expires,
Sand begins.
Sea breezes spray,
Children run,
Seagulls play,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Troubles suspend
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
Laughter rules,
Sunscreen applied.
Lunches consumed,
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Quiet calms,
Runners breathe,
Banners fly.
Lovers dream,
Porpoise wave,
Sunshine feeds,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.

© Michael Wegman 2014


Details | Free verse | |

The Glass Goddess

All around me
Great cities made of sand.
Green sky scrapers poke through the ground 
To thrive in life’s strict conditions
And melt away with the tide…

Great houses made of cards
Form lines, and tightrope walk existence,
Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall
And buckle our world to its knees
As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines.

So while were here
We dance with the Glass Goddess 
Poised miles above reality,
Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts-

We floor it in the sky
Living death in the fast lane, 
Seizing the day
Because any moment 
We could disappear 
Into



Jacob Reinhardt	
10/15/2013



Details | Quatrain | |

The Family Vacations

My wife is a hardheaded lady So when she makes up her mind Whatever it is that she wanted Is just a matter of time She wanted a family vacation Everyone must make the scene Including our kids and their families We are a group of sixteen The first one took us to Oregon To a motel on the beach Although everyone had lots of fun It was just too far to reach The next one was also held out of town A nice place on Lake Chelan With boats and skis and a swimming pool Everyone thought it was grand Went to Lake Chelan for two more years Then we found a brand new spot It was a big lodge in Idaho We all loved that place a lot We had that big lodge all to our self It was on Lake Pend Oreille It rained the whole week were there We played games inside all day Even though we had that bad weather The vacation was the best The place so big, kids played hide-and-seek Good visit, fun games and rest We returned there again the next year It has its dock and bay Water sports, fishing and paddle boats Then someone sold it away The next year’s vacation was different We rented two large house boats A week boating on Lake Roosevelt I got sick and almost croaked Then we went to Marrowstone Island To my daughter’s new beach place They caught crabs and clams, then bought oysters Crammed sea food into our face Then the guy boated to Port Townsend But when they were coming back Yellow boat died in the ferry’s lane They barely avoided a smack The next year it was back to Lake Chelan But at a different place One of the kids brought a small scooter Road it all around the place Two years ago, back to the beach house Played games and had lots of sun The tenth family vacation for us For two year’s now there’s been none My wife and think it is so sad To lose such a tradition Let’s start now and plan one for next year That is this poem’s mission
NOTE: There always seems to be confusion on pronouncing Chelan, but the locals say it "shuh-LAN" (short "A"). Also, Pend Oreille is pronounced "PAWN-do-RAY"


Details | Free verse | |

Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.


Details | Acrostic | |

On The Beach

Only place in summer that I want to be
Now I have time to relax and be with the family
 
Taking time out to sunbathe in the golden sun
Happy times paddling in the sea is such fabulous fun
Even getting sand in our sandwiches doesn’t spoil the day
 
Bathing in the rising tide of an inviting sea
Enjoying watching the children play so joyously
Ambling over to the hotdog stall for a cup of tea
Circling seagulls overhead cry endlessly
Hoping this will always be a trip we make annually.

06-24-14
Written for Summer Acrostic Contest sponsored by Francine Roberts


Details | Light Poetry | |

QUEEN OF THE NIGHT

                                     
As I gazed into the sky in the middle of the night, to my surprise I saw an object coming towards me from the moon.
From an object it turned into a fascinating creature, from a fascinating creature it became an indescribable paragon of beauty.

She was so seductive and attractive. I could not resist her. Her love is like an ocean that has o end. 
She is like an angel that has no spot or wrinkle.
Her hair is like the expensive wool of Lebanon.
Her lips, so smooth and attractive
Her tongue, instinctively seductive and ravishing

To my surprise and amazement, she turned her back at me methodically and rhythmically.
She mysteriously shook her waist and I saw the most well carved art work of the Creator.

I saw her well-constructed behind invitingly stirring at me.
How could I resist such one in a lifetime offer?
Then turning directly towards me, I saw the most tempting and sensuous breasts in the whole universe.

Both breasts danced like a football in the field of play.
Now, I am trapped. No way out. Who will rescue me from this illusion. Illusion? No, I would rather call it fantasy. But no, it became a reality that I cannot but face.

Oh! Queen of the night you are just a relic of pleasurable island of paradise and unending love.
Please take me on a ride to your world of Eldorado.
Queen of the night 
You are my queen of the night.


Details | Acrostic | |

Beach Blanket Bingo

Beneath the umbrella rainbow canopy,
Elvis croons from an old man’s radio.
As he smears lotion on his nose and knees,
Children hop by screaming in stereo
Hot hot hot! The sand’s hot on my feet!

Blasting sand onto sun-bathing girls,
Laughing boys race to the sea.
Avid readers get lost in their worlds,
Not noticing the shade retreat.
Kite flyers whirl and twirl,
Enjoying the breeze on the beach,
That causes the beach towels to curl.

Buried treasure inspires kids
Into digging deep in the sand.
Names are called when it’s time to quit;
Grown-ups leave, relaxed and tanned.
Optimistic for tomorrow’s plan, of more beach blanket bliss! 


Received 3rd place in the "Beach Blanket Bingo" Contest


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


Details | Rhyme | |

Bucket Full of Love

In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.

Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!" 
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won. 

Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!


Details | Free verse | |

Sea Haven Delight

Our beach house,
Just for a week,
A week that goes so slow,
But way too fast,
A week of no responsibilities,
One week of no worries or cares,
Of laying in the sun,
Of playing in the surf,
A week of peace,
At the Outer Banks,
With my Dad's side of the family,
Not as close to the beach as previous years,
But a beautiful house,
Too big in my eyes,
But large enough for fifteen people,
Warm southern sun makes me want to stay,
A cool breeze off the ocean is perfect,
There is no place in the world that I'd rather be right now.


Details | Free verse | |

A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling with  towels
buckets, spades
strewn all around,
a picnic stored 
under an umbrella,
children gathered
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen 
on lily white limbs.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
chubby faces 
bubbling with desire.
Nimble bodies 
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world 
of castles and dreams.
They stud  mounds
with pearly shells 
whispering stories
of princes 
and princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tiptoeing warmth
into an icy sea.
Lads
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
hands outstretched 
grappling madly,
they plunge
in an explosion 
of salty laughter.

Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
life sparkling
on a diamond afternoon.

MMC © 2011


Details | Lyric | |

Christmas in July!

The family is all gathered, Just like Christmas Day; All lined up in bikini’s, Soaking up the ray’s; The beach front sure is hot, In the middle of July; On the deck catchin’ catfish, So we can have a catfish fry; Playin’ beach volleyball, In Daisy Duke shorts; With friends and family, Of all different sorts; At night there’s a bonfire, We’re all makin’ S’mores; It’s so nice to spend, Our Christmas outdoors; It’s a gift to be here together, And that’s what Christmas brings; It doesn’t matter the time of year, From winter to summer to spring; And I sure love when Christmas, Comes around in July; All those warm and fuzzy feelings, When the temperature is high!


Details | I do not know? | |

boungiorno

hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/

i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/

i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/

going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//


Details | Free verse | |

Revitalized

Clocks in the house were all but removed 
I chose utter quietude over malicious ticks and tocks.
Adhering to schedules was reliant on the angles of the sun,
and the sandy family hourglass artifact sitting by the side 
of me at my station, every hour on the hour reminding, and
I myself being ready to flip.  This was how not to live 
as a farmer and still be a slave to the working of grains. 
The sanctity of my spinning room was also my prison for
 forty hours every week, and a third of my adult life. 
Pressing down on the pedal below to see the top half rotate
and as my world turns I sometimes get approached. 
With significant fibers, their casual orders are mine for marching,
working that spindle to the satisfaction of the customer,
as was every occasion but my last one, the best one, the only one 
that I'll remember as special, delivering my soul from boredom.
My only daughter, sweet thing, no siblings to rival with
unless a naked, well tattered doll counts. She took it on adventures 
to the moon while I couldn't see my child, my savior expanding horizons.
It was silly not to see her blowing about carefree as the wind that day
without concerns over food and shelter all she desired was the deepest 
one of all.  She was sleeping on desires with every chance to dream for her 
best friend a modest cape for him to fly. Deep inside I knew her spirits 
and that doll would ride the same breeze but I had to say no for the silk 
was not mine. The customer was always right until the next day 
when I stepped out to the corner store for the bite of a sour apple, 
returning to an open door the hourglass was broken and my spindle bare. 
The world had stopped spinning, time had stopped existing… so long 
comfortable rut. Mortified for a brevity, just when I thought worlds 
couldn't change, mine had with the crashing of an antique. The glass 
littered beach on the floor was proof of that. The spindle was stripped of 
its importance and all of a sudden it hit me fast, so fast I smiled.
My daughter was no devil and yet she was the culprit stealing
my heart before and a cape now but it was okay,
just this once, to have a family legacy mocked
for the prosperity of a child's imagination. 
Seeing them fly in the backyard I dripped gentle
waves from tear ducts upon that glass scattered beach    
secretly grateful, values in my life were restored. 


Details | Free verse | |

O' Sandy

As we lay beneath the moons glare
A simple look will never prepare
It seems quite
It seems peaceful
Without the light nothing appears displaced
Only that sight is a lie, not really a sight
The suns arrival comes with the truth
Now we can see what needs to be seen
It disguises as if it was a dump
Yet, it never was the place of any garbage
A day ago it was a living society set with a stage
The performance came her name was sandy
The audience took her act to heart
She took lives
She took memories
She tore us all apart
A scary performance, always to be remembered 
Now to fix up, the damage that was widespread



Details | Rhyme | |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


Details | Free verse | |

Leaving

The tide is coming.

Rheumy eyes lost on the horizon. Misting, over half memories.

Vera Lynn keeping us firmly in the past. Time in the present ever shorter.

Flask piping hot, burnt lips. Lunch heartily eaten.

Talk of family long-gone and family non-existent. Half finished sentences.

Singing until hoarse, oblivious of time and place.

Home before dusk or enter a world of anxiety and confusion.

The tide is gone.

I shall miss Sundays.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

These Salty Waves Pt 1

What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!


Details | Free verse | |

WALKING ALONG THE BEACH

Walking along the beach on a Saturday morning
I can see the sun smiling from the horizon
The weather is cool and the water is calm
I can feel the gentle hands of sea breeze caressing my face
There are so many people doing different activities
Men and women lying in their shorts and bikinis ready for sun bathing
Young boys and girls in the water swimming and having fun
Little kids on the beach building castle of sand
The dogs are running around barking wildly in excitement
Where ever i look i see beautiful people with smile on their pretty faces
Life seems so perfect just walking along the beach on a Saturday morning.


Details | Rhyme | |

Adultery Incision

Hearts torn & twisted --- All left to rot The hate swarming & flooding rapes me inside I wish to wake up in a hospital sometimes on a sexy nurse's cot Burns & swells with adultery he committed that sinful night --- absolutely bled my pride! Like splitting a pole, or demolishing a tree, inside reciting over & over in me Our baby not even a year old yet --- he left us for no reason at all Finally as far as I could see --- was nothing but hatred & water surrounding in this sea Forgiving & Forgetting is what he expects me to do --- but how can I fix us from this fall? Everything he's given to me at that point in my life was a lie I noticed after a while he lost the ambition to move forward with us But why wouldn't he explain to me where he thought it was I wouldn't try? After 3 weeks of separation (that almost turned legal) he finally realized who to trust He came home one night & tried to reclaim his family again I told him I wasn't interested that if he left once, he'd definitely leave twice He cried for 3 days (estimating at best) until he determined a way for all 3 of us to win Our tax refund for 2011 (as we filed married together) was way more suitable than 'nice' He came up with this wacky plan where we'd take all the money, our family, and run Somewhere to the beach (East Coast) we both agreed could possibly be the spot So, Myrtle Beach, South Carolina is where we both agreed we could be with our sun & still when I look back a few months I saw where we were then --- & it's changed a lot Deciding to mend our marriage was a difficult and hard decision to make with a baby But stepping aside from the anger, hurt, & rage, we knew we could possibly get thru it So we stayed together for our family, ourselves, our love & thought, "..well maybe.." Bright Myrtle Beach where neither of us know anyone, is where our 1st candle will be lit Walks on the beaches, bright sunsets over the ocean, & raising our son together Finding new & interesting jobs, meeting people, even when happiness is about Tinkered with love and sparkled with ups and downs, our love forever endeavors For now this we've decided is, as of now, our one & only best route


Details | Free verse | |

Forever-Part 1

Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."

 

Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.

I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.


Details | Rhyme | |

On The Beach Watching The Waves


  On the Beach Watching the Waves and....    

I was sitting on the beach watching the waves 
thinking of all the lives I've saved
my job is a thrill ; my job is hard
but I adore it, 'cause I'm a lifeguard
at times my mind drifts along with the waves 
into a leisurely daydream some of the days
but then,  I awaken to reality when I hear a scream
so I jump into the water to save yet another
Good thing I did !  'Cause it was my mother!


Details | Narrative | |

Manuelito & Poseidon

Even as thunder boomed mighty overhead
and power lines on San Domingo Avenue outside
faltered and succumbed to the tempest
the Ortegas stood breathless in the family room, gaze transfixed 
upon the television screen like so many deer in the headlights of a truck.
Finally a flash from without, and a snap 
extinguished all light within the household. Ten seconds passed 
without a sound. Then the father uttered something and
the family members scattered, each returning a moment later
bearing possessions of infinite value. Within a minute, 
all had crammed into the station wagon, evacuation route ingrained
within their minds like a seed of hope.
All but one. Manuelito had been lost.
The mother howled and flied back into the house,
tears streaming down her face hard as the rain.
She reached the back porch, and to her eternal shock
found Manuelito standing alone on the beach like a mannequin
eyes locked upon the Cyclops-eye of the storm.
The mother cried out through anguished sobs
in vain, for the howling drone of the wind overpowered all
and when Manuelito turned around to face all that he loved
he did so with all the finality of a grown man
resolved upon his course of action.
The mother abruptly ceased her crying, and
her countenance briefly matched that of her son
as she, too, turned her gaze upon the jewel center of the storm
and was hypnotized by the awesome power of the divine.
At length she regained self-consciousness, and her eyes
darted back to that segment of the beach where her son had been standing
but his figure, like a stream of sand on the dunes of time,
had been replaced by nothingness,
the allure of the unknown and
Poseidon’s call of wild fury
too strong to resist.


Details | Rhyme | |

Family Vacation

Once upon a happening
there was a family of four
all had different ideas
on spending vacation and more.

Dad thought it best
if they camped in the woods
to go hiking in the mountains
on a trail where they could.

Mom wanted relaxation
and to stay at a resort
go golfing on the green
and play tennis on the courts.

Big brother didn't agree
and wanted fast fun
the amusement park was his thing
where the roller coasters run.

Sister's nose turned up
at all of their wants
back to the beach and ocean
were her playful haunts.

Dad pulled the paper
straight out of the hat
to the beach they were to go
so they hurried and packed.

With the car all loaded
they were ready to go
so off they all went
with swim tubes in tow.

A few hours later
 the car started in
it clunked and clunked
and lurched and spinned.

Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.

The cabin near the woods
was were they had to stay
so they all took a hike
down the trail that day.

The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.

Three hours driving and
the car started to churn
and do some loud jerking
as Dad soon would learn.

Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.

The hotel room near the courts
was were they had to stay
so they all played some tennis
at the resort that day.

The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.

Five hours driving and
the car started again
the banging and clanging
was doing Dad in.

Dad checked under the hood
then put the hood down
called the tow truck
to bring it into town.

The lodge by the rides
was were they had to stay
so they all had some fun
at the amusement park that day.

The very next morning
they were on their way
heading to the beach
on a nice sunny day.

After all their trouble
they finaaly arrived
at Sis' favorite spot
bungalow number 5.

The crystal beige sand
lead straight to their door
the water beyond that
made you want more.

Things may not have gone
as they would have liked
but this family of four
still had fun in spite.