Actually....I'm a llama not a camel. Enjoy!
Ode to Perdido Beach Days
Summer escapes on escapades of slicks next to none
Beach resorts in white sand, crystal coasts in the sun
Hand ball racquet, tennis or high, the beach isn't far
Coastal borders, favorite locales, all now under tar
The aim of the Amish in good faith, takes care of the land
Coastal living along Gulf sands now in dire need a hand
Once feathers plumed in delight of seabird's playful flair
Feathers now fume amidst oil plumes of surface water flare
Truly memorable, beach goers go, in realms of rig remnant
Amenities abound for the lucky few, who even envy cement
When that oil rig blew we already knew of the environment
Sparkle pools, fluffs of wide stretches, and what that all meant
Beach going breeze blowing seas as far as the eye can see
Shrinking glaciers way up north beyond the scope of plea
Drink your pleasure, pool-side treasure, today what will it be?
Beautiful sight but for plumes to fight, a morning futility
Spacious settings, ample time, yes once a nice place to relax
Nations watch the ocean beach march as marshes turn to wax
Unbelievable umbrellas, poets, pelican fellas, now all sideways
Gulls and terns in hopes of return to old Perdido Beach days
No comments:
Post a Comment