give you the clouds in funny shapes it does!
some days those colorful lines come from one end of the beach and stretch all the way down to the swash
it’s a funny way the wind blows
never the mind it has as it whispers across the crests of little bumps on the bay,
the long one can’t seem to let any size in these days so travel is required
so we wander along the stretch of a line that kings once took
venture through the folly and flow into the inlet
the bumpy crests are defined she said
lines appear along the edge of our playground
it is ours because we are playing right now
come in and it will be yours, she said
she don’t care who plays, just someone play and dance
younger, they like to jump and toss buckets, but
those who have been here awhile just dance…..
backwards, forwards, some on one and others hanging toes
so once again she says, thank the wind.
