Secret Beach

Years ago when I was young,

There was a private and secluded place.

A place a young bride and her groom

Could hide from the world.

A clandestine beach of pure white sand

With clear blue-green water

Where they could sun and swim

Or just make love under the blazing sun.

Few knew of this pristine beach.

Few bothered to dare the dirt road

Even fewer braved the rickety bridge

Leading to our perfect place.

This secret place no longer exists

Except in my many memories.

By now it holds a condo or housing tract

Or maybe a shopping mall and more stores.

But a young couple still frolics there in my mind and always will.