shore

the creaking of wooden planks as sandals clop on them
the laughs of children coming and the cries of children leaving
the barkers just begging you to step up and play
the smell of fried food and fresh fish from an overpriced eatery
the taste of hot french fries and cold ice cream from the nearby snack bar
the sand falling away as it dries
on the bridge of the coast to nowhere 
the sun begins to fade to lights
the sounds, the sights, the mischievous flights
oh to live in a town on the beach
where the boardwalk lives and the rich people sleep