Polluted Beach

Discolored ,broken sea-shells scattered through an unprestine sand, while those sea-gulls feast on wiggling fish; remainants of what once was life tossed ashore: where the observant wasn't clement as if they serve no purpose... Polluted beach, where folks bake confidently in the sizzling heat, not far from discarded and stenching beer bottles; it is the perfect oasis of a compulsive drunken who drank excessively regardless of a ban! Is he that beach bum who sleeps and eats in a tent made of different materials like silk? I gaze around this untidy place, and to the right a gorgeous town awakens to sound,stretching out to the busy bay guarded by a white-wash light-house as that police helicopter thrusts itself through a nebulous athmosphere, hiding from its limited sight the blinding solar light... Yesterday, the gray-winged swans bathed in soft-rolling waves; they jolted when they heard the children's screams while the splashing,salt water got in their excited pupils: it certainly was an unexpected surprise... I imagined to be the boldest captain when this harbor brought in ships for a long stay,giving sailors a chance to roam in town to find romance: until their stamina wore off, forgetting about the guilt or the vows they solemnly took... I greeted the park ranger with a cordial good-morning, he responded with warmth; he carried his wide,green hat in his right swinging hand and gladly smiled while sweat ran down his shiny,shaved head! He continued his long walk by scanning with his vigilant eyes: everything from bridges to shore... Polluted beach,where I couldn't lie down and idle away my worry-free afternoon; it's so strange to see weeds grow on it, and people still spread their long towels like they had run out of places to tan! I'll find another beach cleaner than the one I've seen, without the annoying bugs that make me itch...