An Evening on the Beach

O. Harding
The golden Orb slips away for his rest,
In a bed of beautiful red-orange linen;
He stretches his long tentacles everywhere,
Making all creatures respond the same way.

Brother Wind whistles a familiar tune,
As he gently caresses the coconut trees;
There I sat in my easy lounge chair,
Sipping a glass of rum and coke that day.

Sister Sea repeatedly spreads her waves on the sand,
Playing with my feet as she comes and goes;
The busy little children run to and fro,
Playing, frolicking, building with careful hands.

The beautiful girls walk back and forth,
Taking their evening stroll and bath,
The younger men stand silently,
Admiring and hoping for a chanced smile.

The golden sun has gone to sleep,
And the moon has taken his place,
This gives more time for rum and coke,
More breeze, more sea and more of the young folk.

Published by O. Harding

Educator with many years experience in elementary and special education. Trained in educational management , school supervision and IT in the classroom. Has produced several articles and poems on a wide rang...  View profile

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  • Janice¦Hinds3/2/2010

    Nice writing, Reading the poem, I placed myself at the beach, with the waves dashing against me, and feeling the sand on my feet, the poem leaves you with a wild imagination.

  • Yvonne Branch8/12/2007

    I enjoy reading this poem. You have displayed your real creative thoughts.

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