Mother Junia writes: In honor of summer, please share your own beachy memories, plans, and dreams with a “Beach Trip” Friday Five.
1. Ocean rocks, lake limps? Vice versa? Or “it’s all beautiful in its own way”? I love the ocean–the waves, the buoyant water, everything. But I live right next to Lake Michigan, and a really big freshwater lake is fine by me too.
2. Year round beach living: Heaven…or the Other Place? During warm weather heaven, but during the winter when the wind in coming off the lake brrrrr. Really can’t call it hell: too cold. 😉 Barcelona was the same way.
3. Any beach plans for this summer? Yep, there’s beach nearby, and I plan on getting to it.
4. Best beach memory ever? Swimming in the Mediterranean.
5. Fantasy beach trip? The Great Barrier Reef in Australia.
Bonus: Share a piece of music/poetry/film/book that expresses something about what the beach means to you.
Here’s a poem I wrote about the Mediterranean when I lived in Barcelona.
“Wading in the Sea”
I waded in the Mediterranean as the tide was rising
The blue-green, aquamarine jewels invited me
Off came my shoes and socks as the wind blew from the sea.
As the sun-lit diamonds twinkled very bewitching
Out I waded into the sea.
The cold waters made my feet zing
As I walked on the shore slowly, breathing deeply
The sea air which made my cheeks pink and rosy.
The sheer beauty of the moment made my heart sing
As I waded in the sea.
The sun’s rays brought warmth to my face
A stark contrast to the cold which nipped my toes
I looked out to where the sea ended and the horizon rose.
The snow-capped waves created an endless maze
As I waded in the sea.
My heart was light and I felt care-free
For a few minutes I had no worries
For a moment lost in time there is no hurry
I felt as if the world was at my feet
As I waded in the sea.
© 1997 Shawna Renee Bound
Yes, why is it always too cold to swim at these pretty beaches!!??
I like your idea of going to Australia! And thank you for the poem.
Thank you Sally and Auntie Knickers. BTW Auntie, I love your screen name! That rocks.
Your poem captures the experience of wading in the sea so well! Good play.
swimming in the Med, yup, that’s a great beach memory!