O The Beach!
O the beach!
Where sight is stretched
As far as the eye can see!
The wind blows and waves roll
And there is rest for the soul
In the company of kinsmen.
Skin is made red by the sun
While all are playing and having fun
The waves pour over the bodies
Of those playing in the sandy shore
And the sun burns them more and more.
But it’s the closest we get to paradise
And we think it’s mighty nice.
1615 on 10 June, 2023
Comments are currently closed.