Beach
The waves were boiling mid the sandy cove
We gamboled, tired upon those waves
Where ran the simple brook across the sands
By landlady day they say
Beware the closing deckchair
Beware egregious birds and sun
Beware the bouncing ball
And kids that scream
And dogs that run
The rumours and the madsmen
With eyes afire as if inspired
He shook
Stood a while as if in thought
And uppish though he was
His vocal sword in hand
His pitch came riffling like a turkey
And burbled as it came
We laughed too much as part relief
He left it dead
And with its head all slumped
He went galumphing off
And in the tussocked grass away
Upon his own confabulous ploy
We saw he chortled in his joy
It was a broiling day
And you my lithe young dove
Grew hot
I held your lovely waist
We walked the crooked brook
And took
Some paths all over grown
Amid the primrose evening
The dusky dunes were silent
But for seas
That raging like a madman
May never find at ease