Wet and foamy creeping up the beach
while I splash around the rugged surf.
Wind blowing hard as others fly kites high,
wonderfully colored in blues, reds and greens.
Wicked young girls all strutting their stuff,
wading with water up to their thongs.
Wahoo I say as I can’t leave the water’s cover.
Phil, this is good stuff.
Wish I was there!