Memories Of The Beach

Memories Of The Beach

Searing summer heat

intense as it ever was

Girls clad in bikinis

Grandma never dream't of

Throngs of ardent sunlovers

Each competing for a spot

On a narrow stretch of burning sand

'Tween the ocean and the asphalt

Bronzed athletic lifeguards

their actions guaranteed

Waiting for the rescue call

Of those that did not heed

Hands applying sunscreen

like an instant marinade

To skin so young and tender

A slim chance at barricade

Young men in their boardies

strutting out their stuff

Like a flock of horny roosters

All calling each others bluff

Waves as high as kombis

come crashing to the sand

Bodies try to surf them

Trailing outstretched hands

Then queueing at the kiosk

for drinks as cold as ice

To survive the return journey

and still be bloody nice

All these things I now remember

As the scalpel travels deep

Alongside a small dark tumour

I do not wish to keep

Copyright 2010 Russell Leslie Howells