Summer Of 1989



Visits to the Cape
looked different each year
as the children grew older
gaining confidence, less fear.

The older kids played
in the sand and the surf,
while grandparents looked on.
The kids were on their turf.

The summer the baby
was just six months old
we experienced record heat
(or so I was told).

This meant holding him
was uncomfortably hot.
Our solution to cool off:
to fill a lobster pot!

Out on the lawn
safely in reach,
the baby enjoyed
his form of the beach.

P. Wanken

~ for Austin ~

First – “WELCOME” to my new followers…especially you, #300! WooHoo!! 🙂 I appreciate the support and encouragement.

Second – I wish I had a picture to go with this poem. I know one exists, but I couldn’t locate it in time to post this poem today.


Written for Poetic Bloomings “Life is a Beach” – Day 18: Children.



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