Wes’s Life

Bikini adorned girls lay upon the sand,
As the water laps against the beach.
Umbrel­las shade their clien­tele from heat,
As a warm breeze comes off of the water.

They rest upon the wooden slats of a rental chair,
With its white lac­quer, pock­marked from the sand.
Cream col­ored from years of enjoy­ing sand and sun,
An envi­able life in most regards.

Palm trees line the nearby street,
Which hap­pens to be cov­ered with smil­ing pas­sen­gers.
Pedes­tri­ans strolling about, enjoy­ing the warmth,
While indulging in a cool snow cone.

Perched upon a tall chair of whicker,
Pur­vey­ors of drink sip from coconuts
A con­coc­tion of local flavor and atti­tude,
All the while cov­ered by a paper umbrella.

Calm music of a local band fills the can­tina,
It is accom­pa­nied by the lull of the surf.
The sun says its good­byes to us at the bar,
Paint­ing the walls orange, purple and red.

I wrote this for my sister as she absolutely loves the beach. This is one of my writ­ings, which I openly acknowl­edge, that will be changed at some points, mainly to add more to it as I think of more.