THE BEACH HOUSE


What draws me here?  I am not sure
Is it the sounds of the birds or just the seashore?
The waves roll in, as the tide rises
With each passing moment, comes a new surprise
The sun always rises in the east, sets in the  west
The air cools down at night, for that is best
We skip rocks in the water as the ships pass by
The fishermen are on the pier, where their boats lie
We go out on the deck, to share a drink
Sit back and relax, where we do not have to think
The sand is so soft, and the sun is hot
As we relax now, and lose our thought
The day draws to a close, as it is quiet as a mouse
When you sit back and enjoy...
THE BEACH HOUSE

Joe Henn