On a stinking hot summer days <br />The beach is my haven. <br />Dashing and diving and splashing everywhere. <br />I play with my dog in the sand and <br />Yell ‘dig, dig, dig! ’ <br />He probably loves it more than me, <br />But if I could teach him to surf <br />He’d love it even more. <br /> <br />Staying in the sun and the surf for hours on end, <br />Not a cloud in the sky, not a care in the world. <br />A set comes through and I catch the first wave, <br />As I bottom turn the reality of this paradise <br />Comes to life as the red, orange and golden sun <br />Dives into the horizon. <br />After a stinking hot summers day.<br /><br />(kc) ripper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-days-5/
