The Beach Was Usual Enough

Foxton Beach Poem

The beach was usual enough; it had

Desert like dunes, shells, driftwood, a sky                                        

Over it, and even a massive hill of sand to slide down

I like. My brother, my sister and I

Did what siblings do – dozed in the hot

Sand,  pretended to have world war 3, jumped over

The big waves, climbed on top of the

Massive drift wood piles,

Played cricket in the hard sand, wrestled or swam

Doing nothing important.