Beach Poem Quartet

Boogie Boarding

Crash, Thrash, Splash
Jump, Bounce, Ricochet
Boogie Boarding is unpredictable.

The Ocean

The ocean, The waves
The way it makes you fly up
The water so blue.

A Day at the Beach

At Twelve we arrive
At the beach with supplies,
Sunscreen and Towels
And to our surprise,
The waves rise up to greet us.


Out there, in the ocean, on top my board I lay.
I, so wrapped up in emotion, look down at the water and say,
“Hello my friends near and far!”
I say it to the crabs and the lonely sea star.
Then I find myself on land.
I , a speck among the sand.
I relax there in the sun,
and to my thoughts I surrender.