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

[Desert Dreamer]

Beautiful poetry, your two questions are my favorite part...I wonder where the poets and dreamers went. Where can I go to meet them? Only online do I find these wonderful poets and dreamers, do they hide beneath other names out in the daylight? I think we all need time in our lives for freedom. Your poem reminds me of days I spent out sitting on various large boulders high in the sky writing poetry and stories.

[MaddyHi]

It has a feeling of life in it. How life is, how it comes.

[beautiful disaster]

Unfortunately in this day and age it is very difficult to be free as you are young. Its more and more challenging in todays society.

[Morning Star]

Wow to be young and free once again!
love this memories your words painted such beautiful images
on my mind of the waves dancing though i have never visit a nude beach
This are not just words on a sheets of paper
They say memories and dreams is what beautiful poetry its made of
and after reading this poem
I believe it to be true!
Outstanding write!

[Vanna Renee]

It was very difficult to read, Coyote...
I must admit this.
You're writing makes me intently read,
Which is good.
Most of the people I review, I have to force myself to read intently, because if I don't, I'll just zoom over it.
I love your writing
It's believable.

[little lily Bride of Ch..]

Nice some still have that I have a love for life and it still bleeds from my heart but i didn't drink and cuss so much lol! but but we all have different Views of life but i do remeber the Foolish things i did and was cause i was young and our spiritual Maturity isn't Fully Matured so we do some things that are not very bright but i tried to set the better examples for the younger ones :) But even so this Made me Smile hehe Nice memories Nice Work Bravo God bless

[An owl on the moon]

This is truly a profound write.. about your past and present.. and about all of us in some way.. We live surrounded by rules and guidelines, yet somehow must find a sense of freedom to feel the depth of life.. This is powerful: "Where did the Poet go? Where did all those beautiful and wonderful dreamers go?Now I have only words on a sheets of paper." Your words hit me hard...

[Ruth]

To have that freedom, to know that beauty! Wow! Thats a great thought! lol
A wonderful poem love that portrays that memory of freedom really well :)
Great write!
xx

[Huggy Bear]

A great and vivid poem here:)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

this is stunning~ the melodies of past and present intertwined on a beautiful reflective surface~ you more than created an image of a place~ you've imbued it with character and a breath all it's own~