on Sunday afternoons I could be found at the beach.
One of the parents would take us to the beach
and another would pick us up at a designated time.
Those memories still hold true all these years..
what fun we had, sunburned noses.
Exploring the waterside,
dancing to the latest crazes..
music provided by the local radio station...
Today, I'll share my memories..
of that magical place and time..
altho hurricanes have made dramatic changes,
some things are simply timeless:
miles of sugary white sands..
stretching endlessly along emerald green waters
where dolphins frolic..
where one can find solitude..
with the cross on the dune..
reminding us of of our protector..
during sunshine or storms..
memories of Paradise..
of the way we were...