A POETIC BEACH QUARTET

Today the Sage family and the Hasty family went to North Hampton for a day at the beach.  I have to say HastyKid is a natural and is dreaming of becoming the next big surfer girl.  She had a blast riding the waves with Sage Jr and after getting buried in the sand, Sage Jr made her look like a mermaid, we decided to eat sandwiches and write a poem together.  Below the poem started out with Sage Jr, then HastyKid, then Hasty, then Sage.  Wifey Sage decided to just soak up the sun and enjoy our genius.

I would like to say the beach and ocean swimming is way more fun than I ever thought it looked. After the beach we went to have lobster and Sage had to show us how to eat it.  Sage Jr. got a pregnant lobster and let me just say I am really, really glad I had just finished mine or I would have lost my appetite.  The food was incredible as we ate out on a boathouse patio looking at the sailboats on the ocean listen to the 80’s greatest hits.

Hasty Kid and I have been texting Hasty Husband pictures of our adventure and I think it was the picture of the lobster that made him wish he had come with us.  I plan on bringing him back to Boston for our next anniversary because I know he will love it here.

Without further ado…here is our Poetic Quartet:

Hasty Kid Swim

Written by Sage Jr, HastyKid, Hasty, and Sage Doyle

Nothing alludes the world of waves

like a sandcastle built on land

Seagulls fly by like mystical dragons

and beholding this wonder, here I am

What is the truth to waves that have no mercy

or of a sun that burns a fire into my eyes

What does the earth hold more dear

than the boundless tide which man cannot surmise

What is time to forms that have no place

or to the child on the beach full of laughter and grace

What becomes of those who disappear without a trace

It is better to question than to merely keep apace.

 

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “A POETIC BEACH QUARTET

  1. Reblogged this on "The Journal of Wall Grimm" and commented:
    Last night I was about to reblog this, but first I researched that black oily substance to be sure I told Hasty the right information. I used to eat lobster all the time but I don’t eat any meat. I have been focusing on the raw food diet, not so much during Hasty’s visit, but yesterday when I ordered a grilled romaine head Caesar salad, I guess I should have expected an entire head of romaine lettuce, grilled. So yeah, I ate that.
    Anyway, researched the black stuff and in most places I found that it was uncooked roe. Hasty found that it was something else less pleasant. My research lead me to believe that the lobster itself was undercooked. Then I began researching the dangers of eating undercooked lobster. Basically, I had broken open the tail and served this potential poison to my son. There was so much conflicting information on the internet, that in the end I called the poison control center and the on call doctor at the pediatrician’s. I was reassured that if he was going to get sick, he’d already be sick, and if it’s any kind of parasite or tape worm he could get, I’d see evidence in the next few weeks, but the chances are unlikely. The dr. said those cases are rare and it has to be significantly undercooked seafood.
    So now I can reblog this. There’s more I want to say about the beach, but we’ll cover every bit of the trip somehow, someway, sometime.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Adorable. This brings back very happy memories. Before the hormones hit, Peepkid3 spent sun up to sun down in the waves in the summer.

    Like

  3. Love this Poetic Beach Quartet! How fun to get everyone’s words together like that.
    Too bad about the under-cooked lobster for the Sages….you will know in the future to send it back!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s