A Day at The Beach

.             A Day with The Beach (Part 1)                             No chores, no shoes, no worries, only time~     My family lags behind as I swiftly run ahead     to pick a spot on the beach for everyone.     The burning sand presses between my toes,     I shift from one foot to the other, hot! Hot!     I toss up my towel and the wind catches it.     The faint drum-drum of song sleepily yawns     from a sun-baked radio, it beats gently over     cocoa-buttered legs, stretching from a nap.     Dipping and rising above the music and laughter,     Mr. and Mrs. Seagull are being curious again.     "I must remember to find them a treat", I whisper.     I raced red-faced for a big bath-tubby ocean.     The foamy sound of waves stashed in my memory     rush to meet their destiny on a faithful seashore.     The tide teases and tickles my tiny toes, I giggle.     I point my fanny up to the sky~~~the sun winks.     I run, leap, and dive, like Wonder Woman.     Landing just in time to spread my waterwings,     face clenched, a force pushes me into a wet hurl;     I am swallowed alive by a ninety-foot hydro-wave!     Saltily, I sway beneath the see-through surface.     My blue eyes blink and squint into the foggy deep.      No man-eating sharks in sight. "Good!" I get cheeky.      It's time to play 'I'm a round and shinny sunfish";     with a flick of my tailfin I swish and swirl happily.     The seascape is a haven with a seahorse garden.     I grope for goodies, my fishlips slurp in a cheerio.     My hands flap madly to keep me down. Oh-oh!     Fruity pebbles tumble from my bathingsuit bottom.     "I think I need a little sunshine", I gurgle, gurgle.     I dig my toes into the sandy floor for an anchor     while I struggle to float into a pouncing position.     Pushing powerfully, I spring up and out of the sea.     I do a sideways dive through summer's sulky air     with my nose pinched. I make a Mighty Mouse crash!     "That was my best splash ever!"  I gleam to myself.     I sneak up to surface. I am sunshine Barbie!     My plastic face is sopped in blondie bleached curls;     I come up with an octopus sitting on top of my head.     My arms and legs go stiff. I start to sink, then I hear,     "Cyleeeeeeeeeeeena."  My mommy is calling me, I pout.         Is it lunchable time?  "Feed me", my tummy grumbles.     I climb out of the ocean, shaking the water off of me,     just like my doggy does right in the middle of her bath.     Up on my tiptoes, I prepare to sprint~~~oh but wait!     Drowsily I turn and smile to horizon's lazy haziness.     My cool-baked body waves in the warmth of seashine.Based on actual events of the author as a three year old beach~child. ~:) Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 03:55 PM PST   0 • 8