Crystal clear waters,
Shell covered rocks,
That’s my beach home.
Rainbow coloured towels,
Sun-bleaching bikini babes,
Children splashing in the shallow,
Their laughter reaching the skies,
That’s my beach home.
People with boards,
Racing out to the endless, crashing surf,
Competing within themselves
To catch the wave of the day.
That's my beach home.
Green palm tree leaves swaying in the wind,
Their tips just touching the ever-blue sky,
That’s my beach home.
Sun-tan lotion,
A bag for bathers and towels,
Love heart shaped sunnies,
And a car full of friends,
That’s all you need for a visit to my beach home.
I love my beach home.
My paradise.
I wrote this on a winter's day; just longing for a glimpse of my beautiful summer.
Comments
@ Homey
Thanks heaps for commenting :D And yes, I know what you mean. You meant um, like that me describing wasn't actually a beach home HOUSE, it was just the beach. Are we on the same terms now? XD
Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh
I liked this
I like this. :D And I thought you describing your beach home as not really a beach home was smart! (If that makes any sense). You painted a really pretty picture! Good job!