Last day of school means
First day at the beach.
Bags packed with sunscreen and towels confirm the good news
--three months of freedom!
A gull, perched on a sea wall,
Blankly stares at passersby.
We pour tartar sauce over clam rolls
And unwrap pastel pink, green and yellow
Salt water taffies.
Later, we'll drive home in our
For now, as waves ebb,
We explore tide pools,
Collect pale green sea glass,
And walk for miles on smooth, wet sand,
Where our footprints vanish as soon as they appear.
© Judith C Evans 2011
[Written for Thursday Think Tank prompt #54 -- the beach/ocean]