I went down to the outing sea Taking Cecilia along with me. For we had bought ourselves luncheons each -- And we sat down on the beach. We got sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, And sand in the sandwiches added to our woes. Whenever a bad nor'wester blows, Picnics on the beach Are just no-go's. The sea looked frigidly cold and white. Half blown away we took our flight. I dragged Cecilia on by the hand, Because of shoes full of sand. We had sand in the eyes and ears and nose, And sand in the stomach, I suppose -- Whenever a bad nor'wester blows. Picnics on the beach Are sure no-go's. Of course there could be no romance; Soft words and whispers had no chance; We tried to talk, but had to shout -- Everything else was out. When we got home, we had sand in the hair, Down the neck, in the shoes, and everywhere; Whenever a bad nor'wester blows, Cecilia says beaches are No place for beaus. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN HE MOURNS FOR THE CHANGE THAT HAS COME UPON HIM AND BELOVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |