What fun we had at the beach with Abbey
Three generations cavorting like children
Mark brought along a shovel, a pail,
An inflatable whale and lungs full of air to fill it.
David packed a picnic, Liz took a book
I went home with sand in my belly button.
The sun had begun with the warming of water
So toasty that even the world’s biggest chicken
Would have to abandon all fear and go in.
And for Abbey, age seven, the swimming was heaven
As long as the adults were splashing and chasing
Which Mark did for hours with a little support
From the rest of us.
A summer sensation, a true celebration
Of sand and water and breezy sunshine
A day made for laughing and dunking and screaming
Pleasures we adults don’t have quite enough of
Unless we take children to the beach.
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