The Road To the Beach

The road to the beach began with the highway To an exit with a number on a map That seemed to go on and on Grey concrete with a faded yellow line Through a small town dotted with shops And eateries that beckon you to stop Tantalizing scents drifting in and out Now fading as the salt air defeats it Down a narrow road with no curbs Amorphous traces of sand confirm what is near Briny breezes now engulfing To a clearing that seamlessly appears Sun bleached clapboard houses rise up Inviting porches smile as you pass The ocean wraps its vastness around you And whispers, welcome back old friend