Sand Sisters

When my daughters were young we loved to camp.

At the height of summer, hammer in hand,

Up and down the coast we would tramp

Pitching our tent amidst sun, sea and sand.

Waking up to the sound of waves ebb and flow,

Into the water for an early morning soak.

Joined by the creatures living below,

Seal and dolphin checking out the strange folk.

Evenings spent by the roaring campfire

Roasting the treasures caught from the sea.

Singing little ditties like a second rate choir

And toasting marshmallows on the branch of a tree.

A time well spent for mother/daughter relations,

There's nothing quite like camping vacations.