Summer Memories
I remember the summers of my youth
in between boring academic years,
working as a beach boy
for some miserly few cents.
The smell of the sea spray
mingling with offensive smell
of sweat of dwarf donkeys
that galloped over the sand,
carrying smiling children
all the summer round.
Nor could I ever miss
the pungent reek of fish 'n chips
though come noon I would gladly
partake of a greasy piece.
I still can hear the laughter, though,
of children riding along the beach,
the roar of high waves surfing,
of young guys jumping and screaming
in the shallow waters of the bay,
the sight of skimpy bikinis,
the melodious music that always blared
announcing the ice cream man.
Tired, evening approached
day after one long day,
returning home to rest.
I always looked at the deserted beach
as the sun descended in the sea,
leaving behind it a long stretch of sand
littered with magical sand castles,
a record of the happiness
that ruled the beach those years.
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