The Beach <br />Walking along the golden sands peoples bronzed bodies everywhere, <br />Laying, sitting, swimming, all acting as if they've not a single care, <br />A mental aphrodisiac sweeping away the troubles of a working day, <br />Shrieks of laughter echoing above the rhythm of each waves play. <br />As if gripped by meditation or classes of relaxation, <br />The secret ingredient does its work at every location. <br />Boys and girls dancing as each wave crashes into the sandy shore, <br />With great shouts of victory as they leap over white horses, more, more. <br />The bodies of beautiful women almost naked soaking up the golden sun, <br />Like sponges or empty batteries recharging for the next days run. <br />Taking away the troubles before insanity reaches everyone, <br />Each race, creed and color enjoying the beauty and warmth as one. <br />Sandcastles that reach the sky, damns and lakes resembling the majesty of a dream, <br />Everything as free as the wind, bringing feelings as good as a mountain stream. <br />Refreshing effervescent and as ceaseless as its source, <br />As love and happiness steers its natural course.<br /><br />nicholas chapman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beach-21/
