A Day At the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path For a day at the little beach; We picked up ripened persimmons And purple muscadines along the way. Butterflies fluttered around my wife. Blazes of color lie under the trees. Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake Around several ducks with their bottoms up. We took our shoes off on the little beach And splashed along the shoreline. We picked up rocks and skipped the stones Between the passing boats and waves That pushed and pulled us in shallow water. Soon, I had to search for more stones And persimmons, and I found a winged horse, Pewter, on a black stringed necklace. I tied it around my son's light brown neck. He ran through the water bare back And swam with his mom in shallow parts. After our lunch of found-treats we walked, And played and threw rocks in the water again. My son drew my face in the wet sand. We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun And enjoyed the laughter and fun.