Coast into the sunset.
The sea gulls cry out one last time,
Swooping down to scavenge.
Down the beach, a campfire blazes.
The water rolls up on the shore.
Fishermen bring in their nets,
After a day’s work is done.
A young boy in a straw hat
Reels in his fishing pole,
Closes his tackle box,
Picks up his bucket of fish,
And heads home in the dimming light.
Beach banana couch pillow bed lounge
Sunset margarita boiled shrimp grilled
Sweet tea virgin Pina colada angel come
Breathe on me breeze blows across the
Sand turtles and fish no straws or death
I wandered out of a cave next to the ocean. I bent down and picked up a sea shell, looked at it for a few seconds, then skipped it across the water. I looked down the beach, and saw a boy on a skim board, riding the waves in to the beach. He looked like he was having a great time.
I looked out at the ocean and saw a cruise ship sailing by. Then I saw a killer whale break the surface of the water and crash back down into the waves. Down the beach, there was a pier extending out into the water. A man on the pier who was fishing saw the whale and shouted to the boy to get into the beach.
The man fishing gave me an idea. I decided I’d get out my fishing pole and see if I could catch me some dinner. I attached a hook to my line and got out a bucket with some shrimp that I had caught earlier with a net. I put one of the shrimp on the hook and tossed the line out into the water.
Waves crashing on the beach.
I feel peachy to know
The secret inside your mind.
I don’t mean to hide.
I just want an honest answer.
Do you prefer
Grilled or fried?
I’m not too picky.
I like both.
I haven’t smoked
In a month.
Terrible habit, it is.
The sun is setting
In the purple sky.
One last glimpse
And then it’s gone.