The Poem: Hitting the Beach

This piece has bounce and is of the moment. As the summer winds down, people realize that they put things off until it’s too late!  

— Beacon Poetry Editor Billy Hands

by Neil Young

I’m heading to the beach, 
Right after this cold drink. 
It’s been a while I’ve been there, 
Perhaps, a year, I think! 

I’m heading to the beach, 
But first, my daily pills. 
Then I have to feed the cat,
And pay a couple bills. 

I’m heading to the beach, 
I’ll have to stop for gas, 
Which means I’ll have to hit the bank, 
To get a little cash. 

I’m heading to the beach, 
Now, I’m feeling famished! 
A quick bite, and then the sand, 
Before the sun has vanished! 

I’m heading to the beach, 
Oh, crud! I forgot my hat, 
I need a chair and sun-block, too! 
I guess I’ll just run back. 

I’m heading to the house, 
Then, back out for sun. 
But, to the west, sad to say, 
The sun is all but gone.

A resident of Flanders, Neil B. Young is an artist member of the East End Arts Council. In addition to writing poetry and working full-time as a calibration technician, he also makes East End inspired handcrafts and creates voiceovers for clients worldwide. 

The Beacon is accepting poetry submissions at poetry@eastendbeacon.com. Don’t be shy!