Sand between my toes

[billy]

Windbreak weathered by salt and sun,is windbreak needed? it reads as windbreak, windbreak.
beaten by a pounding rock. i like this if it's a metaphor for the sea if it's literal them i think 'by pounding rocks' would work better.

Sand shaped by shell and tide,
re-worked by a tiny foot.

Creatures caught by line and net,
beached by a sloshing hand. feels awkward, i see it as water that sloshes?

Bodies boarded by wetsuit and wave,
frozen by a juddering jaw.

Seagulls shunned by flip-flop and book,
crazed by a Cornish crust.

Dizzy from dingy inflation. this i can identify with i always went missing when it was time for this chore
Burnt from bare excavation.
Trekked from sand to castle.
Tumbled from surf to towel.
Raced from rock to pool. i like the separate snapshots within this stanza that gives a condensed feel to it.

Sun set supported by fish and chips,
greasy fingers and salty lips.
Empty beach with snuggly fleece, snugly
children yawn, storied to sleep.
Mum and dad take some time,
watch the waves with bottle of wine.
Cooling sand shows remnants of fun,
windbreak flaps at the last of the sun.

for me this last stanza is the benchmark for the poem. while the penultimate stanza almost attains it, i don't think the rest of the poem does as well. the last stanza/verse has a universality to it, okay maybe not the fish and chips, but the feel of it carries through cultures. how many people haven't been there? not many would be my guess.

thanks for the read.