A summer poem

A day at the beach,

on the golden sand,

warm sun above,

ice cream in hand.

Playing with sand castles,

so big and grand,

brothers and sisters,

all lending a hand.

Into cold water,

with arm bands we go,

waves all around us,

small fish below.

Those days at the seaside,

so clear to recall,

a nostalgic reminder,

of life when I was small.