SUMMER BEACH SCENE
A Longfellow tailgater bluesanelle.
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls
Along the shoreline. The curlew calls
While poison ivy spreads up the walls.
With her long bill she probes the mud
Searching for creatures of the mud
As twilight darkens. The curlew calls,
Emitting her shrill and triple screech
That skims the surf along the beach.
The poison ivy spreads up the walls,
Tempting late bathers to come and feel
Its shiny triple leaves, to feel
The clinging poison. The curlew calls
But pays no heed to vegetation,
To tourists spending a vacation
As ivy spreads along the walls
And tempts them all to come and touch,
But neither tourist nor curlew touch
The poison ivy climbing the walls
As twilight darkens and the curlew calls.
© 2013 by Lewis Turco, all rights reserved.