Mexico

My life is like a stroll upon the beach. - Thoreau

'twas that time of year

sun smiling ear to ear

balmy shoreline drives

surf rising up like a pinata and smacking high fives

sand soft like candied cotton

good times and memories there tidally begotten

salsa and sunsets not easily forgotten

sly breezes motioning

slick skin lotioning

a shot of salted tequila

grandeured view from a comfy villa

fold your poncho

don your sombrero

it's time, once again, to go

so,

check your mailbox

i'll send you a postcard from deep down in

mexico

Author's Note

"We often love to think now of the life of men on beaches,--at least in midsummer, when the weather is serene; their sunny lives on the sand, amid the beach-grass and bayberries, their companion a cow, their wealth a jag of driftwood or a few beach plums, and their music the surf and the peep of the beech-bird." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Nothing is wrong with dreaming; I hope you make it one day. Beware of the Cartels targeting Americans. We don't want to lose a famed poet.
In the meantime, let us enjoy some good Mexican food. Cheers!

[Pete]

aye, dreams don't cost anything now do they ... :)

[Sami Khalil]

Nope! Maybe later.

[Dave Brown]

Sounds like you are on the way
Enjoy

[Pete]

only in my dreams. the closest i'll come is ortega, jose ole or old el paso in the supermarket aisle ... :)