Whilst thirsting for birch beer -
I think of the beach - Revere
That I went there with my peers -
Was full of atmosphere
Mien of sand-made sculptures
Odor of sun tan oil
Song by serried seagulls -
All waving in luminescence
Now everyone has gone -
Yet I'm still here just alone
The memory buried in the stack of time
Is dredged up by the Summer
