Summer In a Small Beach Town

Summer in a small beach town,

cool sea breezes disguise the heat

burning young girls’ skin,

who sit right at the back of the beach

before the dunes,

the boys, not far away

being cool as.

 

Summer in a small beach town,

where nothing really happens

except tourists,

families with full colour entourages,

two kids, dog, 4WD and a mortgage

the size of the island itself, longing for

a beach holiday, without the trimmings.

 

Summer in a small beach town,

oldies in sunhats with small dogs

walk hand in hand along the beach,

like young lovers,

retirement without the surfers

nights, fights and bright lights.

 

Summer in a small beach town,

where bird-watchers flock,

artists plunder the landscape in oil

and poets wait for words to fold over the shore,

catching a phrase before it subsides.

 

Summer in a small beach town,

where the clock ticks on its own time

and the shops open…or don’t,

city lights, twinkle across the bay

and the bridge lets out the sigh

of the mainland.

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7 thoughts on “Summer In a Small Beach Town

  1. ah yes – that’s how summer in small beach towns feels, they have their own magic…and you make me want to be there…beautiful and vivid description…sigh…

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