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.
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