Sweet Endless Beach
Quaint little city
by the sea –
can’t you see?
You belong to me.
Picturesque houses
dressed gaily in
rainbow colors
strut down the street
with pride
in their diversity.
Hop on a golf cart
on short journey
you’ll start -
no need for a car.
Six miles of beaches
sun fingers reach
in gay abandon.
Spread layers
of coquina rock sand -
the color of cinnamon
on your toast
while your roast
and boast
of your savage tan –
oh man!
Old Florida beach town,
high rises forbidden
houses on stilts
wade in water,
getting toes wet,
you bet!
Colorful kites
play follow the leader
in cerulean sky – oh my!
Firewords booming
on beach
on 4th of July,
and Santa parachuting
from high in the sky
after Christmas Parade.
Farmer’s Market
selling plump ripe tomatoes
the color of sunburns
and stubbed toes.
Surf is up
waves so high
foam kisses clouds.
Tents on the ocean,
kids crawl in,
splash in state park
for a lark.
Take a free boat
to Mantanzas
State Park –
sport at the fort,
where Spaniards
once roamed.
Quaint cafes and shops,
hotels mom and pops.
Turtles scramble
on fat legs to bury
their eggs,
hidden in sand,
right whales shriek offshore,
dolphins frolic galore.
soaring birds explore.
Fish on the pier
for flounder and whiting.
Bike through hammocks,
coastal strands and scrub,
join the club!
State Parks and more,
to explore salty lore -
little city I adore.
Named coolest small town -
only thing I would abhor
would be
going back to work
once more.
I would rather
lie on the beach
and ripen
like a peach
on my sweet
Flagler Beach.