Beach
Towel in hand
I used to go to the beach
But that was long ago
Gulls flew like kites
Castles made of sand
Next to waves cold and blue
Sunscreen, book bag, Umbrella, and chair
Spade, cooler, phone, and glorious coffee
A towel too
I cut a moat around our sandy plot
Chairs go up like headstones
Umbrella forms a gloom
My children dash on by
Surf, and sand, and gulls fly like kites
With only towels in hand
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