A Day At the Beach-1962
As we sit in the car
my sister, mother, father, and me
steam rises off our rain-sodden clothes
and the air fills with the smell
of damp coats and wet sheep.
I 'spect;
I'll never smell sheep
wet or dry.
Or see one; other than as we pass by;
from the window of our shiny red car.
"They look just like clouds," I say
"Silly boy, clouds on the ground?" Dad replies
They could have dropped there, I think to myself.
As we sit in the car
my sister, mother, father, and me
I make tracks on wet glass
and watch as small dewdrops race
down steamy damp windows.
I 'spect;
I'll never, ever, ever
play in the sand I can see
from the window, so close.
"The rain looks just fine to me;
I can build us a moat," I say
"you'll catch your death," mum replies.
Whatever that means, I think to myself.
As we sit in the car
my sister, mother, father, and me
I've run out of animals beginning with D
vegetables beginning with Q
and minerals that start with U.
I 'spect;
I'll never reflect at my funny self
in the hall of weird mirrors again;
just in this stupid old window.
"I'm ever so hungry;
can I have something to eat?" I say.
"What do you say?" My sister replies.
I do not say, but please, I think to myself.
As we sit in the car
my sister, mother, father, and me
wind-driven rain against the windscreen,
the car filling with smoke
from my mother's cigarettes.
I 'spect;
I'll never see my friends ever again
just be in this car for always and ever
staring out of this window.
"Who'll feed our dog
when they find us all dead?" I say.
"What?" My sister, mum, and dad reply.
You'll be sorry; when they find us, I think to myself.
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