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| DOWN BY THE SEASHORE |
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| DOWN BY THE SEASHORE, LISTEN TO THE WAVES ROAR, LOUD AND RUSHING, YET SOOTHING AND PEACFUL EVERY SUMMER YOU CAN SEE THE PEOPLE IN HORDES FINDING JUST THAT RIGHT SPOT TO SPREAD AND BE RESTFUL. |
| IN THE MORNING HOURS,WHEN THE TIDE IS GOING OUT ALL THE LITTLE CHILDREN CAN PLAY AND BUILD A CASTLE WHILE MOM AND DAD SIT WATCHING, PLAYING SCOUT THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT THE SEA, THAT DRIVES AWAY HASSLE. |
| DOWN THE WAY YOU CAN SEE THE TALL WOODEN PIER LOOMING OVER THE WAVES THAT RUSH TO SHORE THERE ALL THE FISHERMEN GO WITH ALL THEIR GEAR HOPING TO CATCH THEIR LIMIT AND EVEN MORE. |
| SOUNDS OF SEAGULLS FILL THE AIR AS CHILDREN SCREAM IN FUN AS THEY FROLIC ON THE BEACH AND TOSS THE FRISBEE IN THE SKY AND WATCH HOW OLD ROVER TRIES TO FETCH IT IN THE MIDDAY SUN BY THEN THE WATERS ARE BEGINNING TO COME IN, IT WON'T BE TOO LONG BEFORE THE EBB IS NIGH. |
| YOU SEE PEOPLE WALKING UP AND DOWN PICKING UP SHELLS WALKING IN A RELAXING GAIT, NO NEED TO HURRY TODAY ALL ALONG THE BEACH THERE ARE DRIFTING DIFFERENT SMELLS. THE OCEAN BREEZE, THE FISHERMAN'S CATCH, AS YOU GO ON YOUR WAY. |
| THE CASTLE THAT WAS BUILT THAT MORNING, IS NOW CAVING IN FROM THE TIDE COMING BACK HOME AND DRIVING YOU BACK FROM SHORE SO PRETTY SOON, YOU HEAR PARENTS CALLING FOR THEIR KIN COME ON IN KIDS, WE'LL COME BACK TOMORROW AND PLAY SOME MORE. |
| SO WITH RELUCTANCE IN THEIR LITTLE HEARTS THEY GATHER UP THEIR TOYS, AND FOLLOW MOM AND DAD BACK UP TO WHERE THEY ARE STAYING, ROVER BRINGING UP THE REAR, THINKING, REST FINALLY, OH BOY, HUNGRY, THEN FED, TIRED AND WORN, ALL BOW THEIR HEADS, THANKING GOD, PRAYING. WRITTEN BY SHIRLEY BARR JULY 13, 2004 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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