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!

Beth Young

Beth Young has been covering the East End since the 1990s. In her spare time, she runs around the block, tinkers with bicycles, tries not to drown in the Peconic Bay and hopes to grow the perfect tomato. You can send her a message at editor@eastendbeacon.com

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