Beach Bells Ring

Pink stripe bells on the dune and grass line. Sun going down and the sky

all fine. Whoa. See bindweed creeping through the sandy rolls.

Little trumpet flowers by our barefoot souls. Five white stripes on a blush

pink flare. Tiny seaside speakers singing in the air. We drag our

boards past the marum clumps. Cool box blankets and a bag of chums.

Beach bell ring, let the shoreline sing. Every little flower is a silver

string. Beach bell ring as the tide comes in. We light this

night with a salt spray grin. Friends stumble over the driftwood fence.