PRETTY BEACH

Green hills lounge serene and deeply dappled

Above pristine turquoise water’s glories,

While boats bobble lazily like prised corks

And men with leather skin fish for stories.

Beyond the piers the jetties joust and stand

Stretched across the supreme gleams of the bays,

A gilded sun’s rays pierce wispy white clouds

On these warm jewels of early autumn days.

Across the water's shell of flashing gems

The surf beaches show off each frothy wave,

Charging loud like a child at rowdy play,

Crashing as if compelled to misbehave.

But here almost silent ripples parade -

Meek jade pageants beside the mangrove glade.