The Seaside World

The seaside at Morning

Waves like tongues lapping

Waves like tongues licking

At first the beach is as empty as space

Seagulls sailing the air screaming

The sun like Lazarus rising

The sea I can see glittering

The silver and blue sequins

Now a few people on the white sand jogging

People out in their balconies, the morning paper reading

And at the inviting sea they are looking

At the seaside world

The seaside at Noon

Increase movements and activity

The crowds covering the sea

Children with spades and buckets digging peacefully

Making castles and other shapes on the sand

People lounged on the deck chairs without hostility

Boys playing football, cricket and volleyball noisily

A local band of musicians singing sweetly

To their noisy audience

The bay reflects brass beautifully

Individuals swimming and sailing happily

The clouds above sailing freely

Seaside at Sunset, the sky with decorative colour

All activity discontinues and the beach is forsaken

Lights in a distance scatter

The sky with a complexion of glamour

I am an admirer

Looking at the sunset like an Art Critic

As I stand upon the shore

By the deck chairs that stacked all together

Serenity embraces the multicoloured shore

Except the lashing sound of waves

Which disturbs the noiseless seaside over and over

As I say goodbye to the seaside at sunset; the embroider