Seaside Stroll
When weather’s getting warmer
And summer’s on its way,
We adults walk the sandy shore
While gazing at the bay.
There gentle waves plant kisses
On sand beneath our feet.
As ripples make soft music
With soothing random beat.
But sudden squarks of seagulls
Disturb the peaceful scene,
As children chase them skywards
From where at rest they’d been.
With scores of scolding seagulls
And children’s shouts of glee,
Our peaceful stroll was over
So soon beside the sea.
