The Sketch: At the beach in the shade...

At the beach

in the shade,

recalling all

the times

we stayed,

overnight

in a tent,

exhausted;

two young

bodies

spent.

All day long

in the sun,

we surfed ‘n

wrestled just

for fun;

while waiting

‘til the sun

went down,

so we could

really fool

around.

Oh how those

were the days,

sipping suds

to 

Purple Haze;

young ‘n free,

not a care,

tie-dyed

dreams,

and long,

long, hair.

Pad of paper,

inspired now,

to sketch the

sweet mem'ry

somehow.

You always

brought out the

artist in me,

putting such

lead in my

pencil.

 ~gj duerrschmidt

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