by sandspike
wonderful depth of feeling, and I am a sucker for a good beach poem.
mentioned in Wednesday review
I like the phrase skittle suits. The rhyme isn't bad at all, but I bet this poem would be even better without it. :)
A sobering thought
When the beach you've grown up with
Outgrows & ignores you.
When did we become old?
Youthful days behind him ~ if he is to remain ~ he needs a different beach gig. Mothers with children are good.