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

[?]

yes, the stress of this world and life has taken away alot of being free

Thanks for sharing,
I like this line
The view has no equal for the eyes to see.

[Tina Kline]

I think the words of your Grandfather are true. It would make becoming old a lot better if a person has lots of happy memories. This is a really nice poem. You've had a very interesting life it seems to me.

[china]

Ahhh yes, to be young and free. Where bills and job stress does not exist and not having a care in the world. Where your only worry is what to wear and finding the latest hangout spot for the night. I love this write because you cover just that. Thank you for taking me on your journey down memory lane.

[Joy]

I feel the simplicity and freedom of this place as you describe it. Great job! :)

[Dark Angel]

Ah, to be that free would be nice. I like how everything is somewhat simple. Simplicity is beauty. The words flow with a nice ease that makes things seem peaceful. ^_^

[Cherry Blossom]

to be young and free I never had that I had to grow up fast but its a wonderful throught very nice hold on to the wonderful memorys

[Norma M Sutton]

Interesting recollections.
A young nude girl plays a game of chess with me. I did not win. --- lol hmmm I wonder WHY?! ;)

[Atheana Kylee-S. C.]

Cool :)

[Amy Bumpas]

Oh, do I have memories of being young and free, and it seems you
still do as well. No wonder you lost the game of chess LOL!

[Robin]

Pfiefer Beach is a true paradise , i have my own memories of it , thank you for sharing yours