Summer On The Boardwalk
....the terrified screams, from the Giant Dipper, mingled with the rolling surf.
The little girl in a ballerina skirt, striped t-shirt
And cowboy boots
Is skipping along next to daddy
SOMEbody dressed themselves this morning
A teen boy, alone
Basketball jersey and baggy cut-offs
Worn so low on his behind, that it’s a miracle
They don’t slide off
Maybe it’s those visible layers of undershorts
Holding them in place
A group of five teen girls
All giggly, as they walk along
Bumping into one another
So much to laugh about
With not a care in the world
A young woman jogs by, with a stroller
Chubby little feet wave from within
A leash is attached to the handle
A dog trots beside them, tail wagging, panting
Wet sand in his wiry fur
The gray haired man with a cane
Holding hands with the love of his life
as they stroll
Taking in ALL the sights
Remembering the days
Of cotton candy and roller coaster rides
Not missing a moment of the children laughing, the terrified screams
From the Giant Dipper, mingled with rolling surf
Far off, children are building castles
Filling the moats with buckets of sea water
They carry their seashell treasures home
Where their sandy bodies will bathe
Night falls on the empty Boardwalk
And the moon kisses the waves good night
Your people, they are not simply characters, they are true people. Everyone knows them and I know have each of them, even with sand in their hair, even the yelps of fearpleasure on the carnival rides--your images have moved me from a mourning/morning to a renewed feel that what we have is such a honest, uplifting community.
It's all about that community, isn't it?
Loved the imagery, especially "chubby feet waving". Unfortunately, we have no boardwalks in the desert. No oceans, either.