Poetic Bloomings - "The Beach Boys" and "I Love the Beach"

July 18th – There was no greater thrill than loading the lot of us into the station wagon and heading for the beach. Write a poem featuring children at the beach. Or write from the viewpoint of a child for this foray into poetics.

 

We took our grandsons to the beach,
their first time, outside a book, to see,
that vast land’s end that reached
the edge of the sky to infinity.

It was cool to see how they reacted,

four little boys from eight to two,
and how this new experience impacted
their preconceived ideas of  the deep blue.

The oldest was enthralled and much too brave
he walked right in and fell in love
with salty, gritty, splashing wave,
not intimidated by its push and shove

The next oldest waded in but had his suspicions,

so only waist high.  Then seeing the ocean as foe 
he karate chopped  each wave into submission.
All day they went at it head to toe.

The third one was timid at first, needed

Grandpa to hold him close. The surf’s slaps
he tolerated  then tired and pleaded
“Let’s build sand castles or find crabs perhaps.”

The youngest, well, he didn’t care for sand

in eyes and mouth and everywhere
he much preferred the swimming pool and
lazy river, to which the ocean could not compare.

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Found quote:

"Play in the sand; get dirty; get wet. The beach is the only place my mom doesn't get mad about me doing that stuff." Dixie Dykens (age 5)

   
I can get sand in my hair
and everywhere
splash water and be all wet
let my footprints get
all over the shore
and still Mom doesn’t roar
at me cause I’m makin’ a mess.
I confess…
I love the beach more
than spotless floors
and cleaning chores.
At the condo I remove my trunks
and sand spills out in chunks -
I cringe, but there’s no tirade
Mother says “Leave it for the maid.”
I’ll say it, preach it, shout with  joyful screech -
Dude, I seriously love the beach.