At the beach
in the shade,
recalling all
the times
we stayed,
overnight
in a tent,
exhausted;
two young
bodies
spent.
All day long
in the sun,
we surfed ‘n
wrestled just
for fun;
while waiting
‘til the sun
went down,
so we could
really fool
around.
Oh how those
were the days,
sipping suds
to Purple
Haze;
young ‘n free,
not a care,
tie-dyed
dreams,
and long,
long, hair.
Pad of paper,
inspired now,
to sketch this
sweet mem’ry
somehow.
You always
brought out the
artist in me,
putting the
lead in my
pencil.