Here we sit restfully right by the sea,
Some of us building, digging and finding,
and some of us reading and thinking.
There are a lot of smiles.
Onlookers abound,
Grandpa is beaming.
If we could hear these crabs talk, I’m sure they’d be screaming.
(This is not supposed to be a poem, but I couldn’t help myself.)
The bikers are out in great number,
While a wave dashes all their hard work back to sea.
A pirate was seen on the grounds of the temple!
We paused and enjoyed the peace we found there.
The tide pools were teeming with critters and squishies.
The ocean seems to gulp down the sun in just minutes.
Richard makes everything better. Amen.
Good night and thanks for reading our blog.