THE SAND WAS WET

 

The sand was wet

Very wet indeed

And that was because

The seaweed

BEACH ETIQUETTE

 

A naked man sunbathing at the beach

In order to preserve his dignity

And protect it from the sun

Placed his hat over his thingamy

 

A passing woman smiled and said

“A gentleman would lift his hat for a lady”

He replied “If you get your kit off

Madam it will raise itself, maybe”

THE ABERGELE ROADS

At dusk we walk slowly by the shoreline

The waves lapping at the sand break gently

While children play among the craggy rock pools

Or happily skimming stones on the sea

Dogs chase balls as we stand to consider,

The tide is it in, or out, no matter

The setting sun lights up the western sky

Illuminating stray clouds with gold strands

Then surrounding them with bright bursting rays

This sunburst silhouettes the beachcombers

Then blinds us all as it hits the wet sand

As quickly as it burst on us it was gone

Until we are blinded by the next one

Before the horizon swallows the sun