as all weekends there do...
we drank, we swam, we wilted in the heat
we fished, we burnt, then drank more brew.
Once we boated to the fifth island sand bar
where the water's depth was just right
and sat for hours on end while the kids swam
and searched for shells until dusk's soft light.
I'm burnt and sore, but I'll tan real nice
as soon as the painful red goes away,
later the kids had a blast going fishing with dad
while I sat and cross-stitched the rest of the day.
Now we're home and the kids have been bathed
now it's my turn to wash off the sand,
but remind me to never go fishing again
until my skin is perfectly tanned.
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