Friday Five: Beach Trip

Mother Laura of RevGalBlogPals writes: in honor of summer, please share your own beachy memories, plans, and dreams with a “Beach Trip” Friday Five.

1. Ocean rocks, lake limps? Vice versa? Or “it’s all beautiful in its own way”?

I actually prefer a dune-y natural beach. No rocks, no boardwalk, thanks.

2. Year round beach living: Heaven…or the Other Place?

It would be fine by me. Add a never-ending margarita machine and then… yeah. I’m sure that’s Heaven.

3. Any beach plans for this summer?

Yup. This month, August, and September.

4. Best beach memory ever?

Too many… we go every year. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Very non-boardwalk kinda place.

5. Fantasy beach trip?

Hawaii… (remember my post with the hammock??) sigh…

Bonus: Share a piece of music/poetry/film/book that expresses something about what the beach means to you.
I LOVE this poem…

Sea Fever
by John Masefield

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip’s over.

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