Beach Time Fun!
Summer breeze,
summer sand,
softly slipping,
through your hand.
Summer splashing,
days are hot.
Sometimes swimsuit,
sometimes not.
Need the sunblock,
sun's a blaze.
Protect you from the
summer rays.
Beachy seashells,
colored pearl.
Other’s strange,
ugly swirl.
Beach time build,
shape a fort.
Sometimes tall,
sometimes short.
Sometimes ice cream,
cone or cup.
Sometimes melting,
lick it up.
Summer’s bonfire,
all aglow.
Sometimes crackles,
high and low.
Sometimes watching,
starlit skies.
Sometimes chasing,
fireflies.
Sometimes sleepy,
no more roam.
Sometimes ready,
to go home.
summer sand,
softly slipping,
through your hand.
Summer splashing,
days are hot.
Sometimes swimsuit,
sometimes not.
Need the sunblock,
sun's a blaze.
Protect you from the
summer rays.
Beachy seashells,
colored pearl.
Other’s strange,
ugly swirl.
Beach time build,
shape a fort.
Sometimes tall,
sometimes short.
Sometimes ice cream,
cone or cup.
Sometimes melting,
lick it up.
Summer’s bonfire,
all aglow.
Sometimes crackles,
high and low.
Sometimes watching,
starlit skies.
Sometimes chasing,
fireflies.
Sometimes sleepy,
no more roam.
Sometimes ready,
to go home.
This poem is copyright (©) Joy Moore 2024
About the Writer
Joy Moore
Joy’s previous published works includes Wiggle-Wiggle, Scratch-Scratch-, Itch-Itch-Itch with Houghton Mifflin Harcourt and many magazine articles, anthologies and poems. She is a developmental and line editor. In addition, she is graduate of The Institute of Children’s Literature, the Lyrical Language Lab, Avoiding Pitfalls in Picture Books, Picture Book Magic, A Picture Book Master Class, The Art of the Arc and Kid’s Book Revisions and is a member of SCBWI and 12 x 12.
