School starts next week. Summer’s drifting time is over. So here’s one last look at the beach, the sound, light, fun, of it …
DOWN ON THE BEACH
curl of wave
foam and down
to crash 
on pebbles
an explosion
of green blue
and white
sun and wind
water thrusting
up and over
excitement of sound
sight builds
forward
and up
curl sharpening
leaning to burst
at peak of break
break and down
spilling sunlight
shout erupts
in the child
with the beat
of shells tumbling
rubbing wave talking 
to the coming tide
child runs
shrieking at the might
and come-down of water
throws stones
collects pearled shells
runs squealing
from the challenge and creep
of water over her feet
she is wave
sky and beach held
in the yell of childhood
first published in Weyfarers
Those Blue Shoes for ages 7-11 … Weston’s … skill in juggling time past with time present … the plot unfolds with fast-paced action, mystery, suspense and even a ghost. Joan Givner
1960willowtree 
Lovely mix of poetry and photographs to catch those memories of summer.
Many thanks indeed, Beth. It was a glorious summer of relaxation.