Sun bleached ladies all in a row
Mothers shuttling babies with children in tow
Muscle bound jocks posing for attention
Bags of spilt chips heralding a seagull convention
The sun blisters down without any remorse
Sailboats on the horizon tacking on course
Waves churning endlessly onto the crowded shore
Surfers on brightly covered boards beckoning for more
The smell of suntan lotion spills into the air
Motion without purpose, purpose without care
Sand sculptured castles built with tiny fingers
Shifting sands changing quicker than the memory lingers
Crowds come and go like the ebbing of the tide
Waves crash upon swimmers with no place to hide
Sun tanned minutes become hours and the hours become a day
By sunset only a few of the more adventurous will hang around to play
And just as quickly as everyday must be gone
Everyone knows that it's time to move on
