While at the beach, we’d romp and run
Despite the burning sand;
To the extent, when day was done,
We’d be exhaustion-fanned.
On the ride home, (sit back and think),
The very moment you sat back,
You fell asleep in but a wink,
Oblivion on a fast track.
In fact, to make the day complete,
To what the day had been;
You’d be so sleepy, tired, and beat.
You would be carried in.
How far your memories will reach
Is easy to profess,
When asked, “How about the beach?”,
You always shouted “Yes!”
© Richard Williams