Port Waikato Beach

Lazy days and choppy waves

Upon a copper sea,

A breezy, warming westerly

Is blowing down on me.

 

Sunlight striking wavelets

Below clouds of cotton cool

And seagulls hang in squadron lines

Aloft from oyster pool.

 

Road signs judder in the breeze

Ripples weave amongst long grass,

Mangroves bend in unison

And asphalt bakes in molten glass.

 

A parasol of brilliant blue

A picnic basket brimming high

With lemonade and icy beer

Whilst sausages and onions fry.

 

Two barking dogs cavort with joy

Chasing hard on sandy beach,

Leaping high in summer air

Running, fetching, balls to each.

 

The lazy summer saunters in

Engulfing us with solar heat,

The pretty girls wear tiny shorts

Which breathless boys find such a treat.

 

Pohutukawa’s bursting forth

In waves of rich and scarlet red

Which juxtapose dark olive greens

Of leafage midst each flower bed.

 

A sky of brilliant powder blue

With salt spray aura in the air

As swimmers splash in gales of fun

Hot sunlight baubles kiss their hair.

 

 

Marshalg

Port Waikato beach

 15 November 2011

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

Excellent word-crafting here. A colorful portrait, gentle to the senses and soothing to the soul. It really makes me want to be there.