Publisher's Synopsis
There is a beach patrol at the place where we normally visit the beach. There are no lifeguards. The beach patrol consists of one guy riding an ATV up and down the beach. He only seems to be patrolling during the summer season which begins at Memorial Day and ends at Labor Day. The ATV is red. It leaves wide tracks in the sand. These poems were written in the last days of August and the first couple of days in September during a Labor Day visit to the beach. It's always crowded, but still there was time to do everything: sitting by the ocean, boogie boarding in the ocean, swimming, eating seafood (not me) or pizza (me), building sand castles, shopping, fishing off the pier, all the good stuff everyone likes to do at the beach.So if you are missing the beach like me, just settle back, turn on your favorite tunes and get ready to read a few more beach poems by yours truly. G'day!
