Beach Babies

Fun, sun, time on the the sand,
Three little kids, running hand in hand.
Waves to jump, holes to dig,
Broken chairs and toys to rig.

Run, play make a rhyme,
Oh goodness, look at the time!
Please, oh please, let us stay,
We haven't had enough time to play.

Hiding, hoping if they're not found,
Then its long until they're homeward bound.
Sadness, sulking to the car,
Taking some sand home in a jar.

Hoping, Wishing that it wouldn't end,
Not wanted to leave the best friends.
Joy, love, Back at the hotel, Oh it's cool!
We can still play in the pool!

Beach Day Dreaming

Sometimes I wander,
I let my mind ponder,
And travel far away.
I land on an island,
Just south of Thailand,
With just a guitar to play.

Or I'm the damsel, in distress
In an oh too tight a dress,
With hair beautiful and long.
Waiting on my knight,
And the dragon he must fight
Ending with a lover's first song.

I then fly through the trees,
In the jungle mountain breeze
Clad in a leopard skin suit.
With a monkey by my side,
And an elephant as my guide
And a cute Jack Sparrow to boot.

But something always happens,
and back to the present I'm snapping.
Hearing the sounds of my home.
There's laundry that needs folding,
And the dinner that's already molding
And my mind, wishing it could roam.