Big Surf a-dreaming.

I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca.

                                 




                    Big Surf a-dreaming.
 

 
A un-mark road with a small sign will lead you to a hidden beach on Highway 2.
 
A small path will lead you to paradise.
 
A beach not safe for swimming.
 
But climbing into the rocks. Being one with the sea..
 
The waves will dance around you. You can sit and write.
 
The view has no equal for the eyes to see.
 
Pfiefer Beach is a  nude beach.
 
Famous for beautiful and sexy people.
 
The sea will steal the hunger from your eyes.
 
To view the beauty of the naked young woman on the sand..
 
I wish to drink wine at the River Inn.
 
Listen to the music and hear the voices of the Poets and musicians.
 
I was crazy then. Not so crazy today.
 
I remember when me and my friend chasing the poor people off Pfiefer Beach.
 
We were full of vodka and hate.
 
Told the world to f-off. Leave us alone.
 
So many sweet memories.
On a sunny hot summer day.
 
A young nude girl plays a game of chess with me.
 
I did not win.
 
So many nights on the beach sharing drink and coffee. So missed.
 
Where did the Poet go?
 
Where did all those beautiful and wonderful dreamers go?
 
Now I have only words on a sheets of paper.
 
Memories of a man running down empty beaches.
 
Telling the world to kiss my a*s are gone.
 
But, give me a chance.
 
I believe I would read my poetry at the River Inn again.
 
I would climb the rocks and be thankful to be alive.
 
Play a game of chess with a naked woman and lose again.
 
                     Coyote
              6 Aug. 2003
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Author's Note

A old memory. I was young and free. Roaming the coastline with no rules. I recommend all young people to be free for a time. My Grandfather told me a man with many stories will need them when he is old and gray to bring back days of happiness and freedom.

Reviews

[Keve]

I know Pfieffer beach and the River Inn, also from a time when I was young and free. Maybe I met you back then when I was camping there. That is, if you are truly an "old" poet like me.

I really enjoyed this. Look forward to reading more. Hope you'll give me a once over too.

Be well

[Becky C Strukamp]

I love poems that recall and reflect days of our youth. You always do a wonderful justice to re telling your past experiences. I loved reading this and having it bring me right with you as you were on this adventure.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Somethings are best left as cherished memories, cause even if we could go back things would never be the same, it is the price of aging. But it is still nice to go back in time in our minds.

[Dreamer]

Great Poem!! Always finding the right words is a gift that you have been blessed with. The story was so detailed... such good images that I almost felt that I was reading a book.

[Wicahpi]

I have to agree with your Grandfather.
As always, I enjoy whatever inspires you to write.
You are full of stories to tell; full of memories of
a young man on a journey. Thanks for sharing yet another.

[Quinn Blackburn]

marvelous wordcrafting, well told :o) wishing you laughter

[just rose.]

I really really love the transitory nature of this, the interplay of what is gone and what reminds and remains, esp. the final lines which are hauntingly beautiful.

[Nothing Personal]

Oh Brilliant. Brilliant Coyote Brilliant. absolutely got mad at your ending lines. Detailed observations, events and their nuances always impress me. The ability to see a poem in them is a writer's art. I adored your recollections and how it still means so much. The best part playing a game of chess with a nude girl and loosing..Just too good stuff..what you did here..

[Ginger]

I love the sand and waves. Thank you for the journey, it sounds like beautiful place to hang out. Ahhhh to be young and free again. =)

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful place, what a wonderful piece of writing, a poem within a tale of a fantastic time when love and brightness was all that mattered!

Everyone should spend time like this, making unforgettable memories to carry through life. How dull and dreary old(er) age would be without a real lived-in past.

I've always loved the way you write, it's what makes your style stand out and you know when to finish - and finish so superbly, as you have with that last line. Sweet and memorable.