Young girls in bikinis,
Swimsuits or tankinis,
Gentle onshore breezes,
And sand between my toes.
A family with a picnic,
Some of which I would not pick,
Not nosh or nibble, even lick,
And sand between my toes.
People in the water,
A mother with her daughter,
Swimmers think they oughta,
And sand between my toes.
Children by a rock pool,
Feet in water to keep cool,
Hunting crab and clam and moules,
And sand between my toes.
I like this! It was actually better to read on fb cus it grouped the lines in fours. If your blog is like ours we have a hard time manipulating the text spacing. UGH. Fond memories of rock pools at Weston-Super-Mare as a little one. Don’t have them around here. Perhaps up in the northeast?
I didn’t know you spent your formative years in Weston!
Lots of sand between your toes… I remember more sand on top of my feet! But, a beach- with waves- that’s where I want to be…
Happy NOVEMBER memories.
Sand between tthe toes, and everywhere else…
I could do with a holiday in the sun right now…