A lazy day on peaceful shores,
warm summer breezes,
and splashing boat ores
 
Children's laughter heard in the air,
frolicking on the beach,
without a care
 
Fishermen's lines dangle off the pier,
as they anxiously await,
for the fish to draw near

While oiled sunbathers take in the sun,
like sides of bacon,
until they are done
 
Gently waves in cycles crash onto shore,
destroying sand castles,
while children build more
 
And those are the days we will remember,
when the chill's in teh air,
come the month of November