From Sea Isle City he did fare,

He was 13 years old with blue eyes & fair hair,

His body tanned from days on the beach,

Swimming & cruising all the chicks, none out of reach…

But his favorite sport was surfing,

In his day, the long board was the way to ride,

Carrying it home on his head, it was quite heavy,

He rode his waves all day, whenever the feeling struck him…

Surfing was and still is always with him,

Maybe he lost some of his nerve, or maybe he got too old,

No longer was he, as he was when young, bold,

But many memories he has kept of his beach…

He doesn’t get there as much as he used too,

He doesn’t enjoy the crowds anymore,

Too much noise, too many brats, too much trash,

But remember he does when his beach was akin to a rash,

Something he had to scratch daily,

A place to be more than just rarely...

      ! How I do miss my beach!

                    !How I so miss my days on the beach!