Pasadena Beach

Who can remember the two beauties

who walked along the street on their way to the beach

in their tiny bikinis and caused the drivers to slow down

to have a peek before passing the train track?

Who still craves the slimness that they

once felt when wriggling into a swimsuit

and stretching taut on a favorite towel

where probable suitors walked down to have a look?

Who recalls the warm sand that was

lovely when you first arrived  that you can still

feel it between your toes and under your backside

but then got so hot you couldn’t walk on it?

Who wants to forget the guys coming

up from Corner Brook  with special gadgets and backup

to see if there was anyone about who

they could pick a fight with on the beach?

Who thinks often about the walks on the beach

with a sibling or special friend or boy or girl friend

the toe dipping at the edge of the lake  to

decide if you want to walk out slowly or dive right in?

Who shys away from memories of wiener roasts

and cozy chats sitting on driftwood while someone

stoked the fire and after midnight liasons close to the tree line

when others were gone home for the night?

Photo by Sheila Evans and used with her permission


About Newfoundland Traveller

I'm a Newfoundlander with a love of reading, writing and travelling. I've travelled around our province and lived in four provinces of Canada. I love a good book and a good blog. My family means the world to me, and some day I hope to travel to many countries of the world with my husband and sons' families.
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