Reach the wooden steps,
Climb them.
Not waiting to look back.
Run to the water,
The wind slapping my face.
Feet numbing,
Sand Throwing.
Whole digging.
Shell finding.
Water racing.
Wave Jumping.
Parents screaming, “That’s far enough!”
Complete chaos.
Oh, well.
Chase Joe round and round,
I catch him, soaked.
He can’t go in the car.
Ends up,
Naked baby.
Running wild.
Crazy screaming.
People staring.
Tangled hair.
Mother protesting, “Let him have some modesty!”
I think I agree,
And put his clothes back on.
I’m now of Joe duty.
Crab searching,
Clam finding.
Crab chasing.
Sand castling.
Driftwood sculpting.
Drip castling.
All in all,
Fun.
