Poem - Bantry Bay - Cape

 Bantry Bay - Cape

At Bantry Bay
Where the waves crash high

Where the sun beats down

from the bright blue sky.

The Lions Head smiles

apon a scene serene

 jam packed bodies

of this mid-summer's dream,

Hot and sweaty
Raw and red
Their first day out
on the sandy bed

The Holiday makers

who have just arrived

offer their torsoe's

to brown and to fry.

The shapes and sizes

One can hardly describe

The boobs and bottoms

of the sun-drenched tribe.

In clusters and patters

spread out on the sand

The've gathered in thousands

from all over the land.

On rocks or shelly beach

They lie and the burn

Some only half done

Some done to a turn.

Determined to tan

from white to brown

Before they return

to the Suburb or Town   

While in Cape Town  by Hillie Feldman 2nd January 1980