The call of the sea

The call of the sea
The pull of the tide
The scent of the briny water
Long before we reached the shore

We'd voted as one
For a trip to the coast
Four of us packed in the car
Off for a spin this fine day

Who is first to see

Will give a great cheer                                           

Look there it is over there                                      

As we approach the small town                           

The sand in our toes                                              

Arguing seabirds                                                    

As they look for free pickings                               

So then we give them our scraps                        

Then breathe it right in

Salt smell of the sea

With the tide now at its full

Our toes take a tiny dip

We’re under its spell                                              

Race over the sand                                                

There’s no joy is quite like this                             

First to splash in the water                                    

I’m there to explore

To find what I can

Seashells and pebbles

Among branches and driftwood

We’ve scoffed all our food

Drunk all our drink

As the sun sinks sadly down

Dissolving into the sea

So then we pack up

Wend our way back home

Giving the sea one last wave

Of course she gives us one too

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