Ocean Walk - Part 1

Walking along the ocean shore Kicking up the golden sand I feel the warmth of the rising sun On the back of my freckled hand The willet and the sandpiper Dash into the approaching waves As the sand crabs and quahogs Burrow down, hidden away Sea weed and sea grass Are washed into the beach Holding scallops for the shore birds And for the sand fleas, a feast Flying high above A seagull takes a hungry look A brown pelican suddenly dives past him Knocking him for a loop Young families on brightly colored blankets Blow up beach balls and remove their shoes Children jump over the white crested waves While a surfer dives her way through Sunscreen on tiny little bodies Hats on round little heads Sunburn is not an ocean treasure When little ones go to bed Plastic pails and shovels Are carried across the golden sand Dreams of sandcastles and moats Become shapes under little hands The life guard stands in his tower Binoculars in his hand Watching surfers and swimmers, And those safely on the land He is able to see in the water Things others do not know Rip currents and rough waves Keep him constantly on his toes The pier is in a distance Waves crashing underneath Crusted with mollusks and barnacles It is no place for bare feet Along the pier overhead Are fishing poles and chairs Fishermen casting for dinner While fishing stories they share The afternoon sun rises higher The wind dies down a bit Surfers come into shore Their bodies lean and fit Off in the far horizon A small sloop glides quickly by The wind filling its red sails Speed causing the bow to rise A cabin cruiser motors past Fifty feet long at least A party on board and a dingy behind The guests are in for a treat