Day At The Beach

 

Susan and Bob Tanner Beach LI



BEACH AWAKES

Published Long Story Short

Mist of dew

Morning anew

Dawn breaking

Winds shaking

Running tide

Under blue sky

White sand lay

Meets the bay

Beach’s dock

People flock

Silence of day

Taken away

Morning breaks

Beach awakes

Susan Marie Davniero

 

 

AUGUST SWINGS

Published Long story Short  

Rise with the morning sun

Day of leisure has begun

Unwrapping what the day brings

When August swings

Treasure of this season's time

Uncover the blooming, shade and shine

Listen to the summer wind sings,

When August swings

Until the fall of dusk sends

Us on a vacation trip to end,

Goodbye to summer’s fling
When August swings

 

by Susan Marie Davniero

 

Bob and Susan  Photo Tanner Park
Published Long Story Short

 

 



Published in Babylon Beacon Newspaper

 

Patriotism Found at Jones Beach

by Susan Marie Davniero

I’ve gone back for another visit to childhood, through the winds of time, to a snapshot of Fourth of July at Jones Beach. For this trip, I don’t need a car or bus; my memories will take me there.

Essentially, The Fourth of July was a day at the beach! With memory, time has no meaning, and looking back has given me appreciation and understanding of the value of patriotism.

My patriotism was nurtured within me through my parents, part of the greatest generation.

I can vividly recall being on the Jones Beach boardwalk with my sisters, Laura and Teresa each Fourth of July. We would sing and dance in step to Yankee Doodle Dandy alongside our cousins Elaine and Paulie. We put on a show, parading along the boardwalk as onlookers strolled by. Perhaps as a result of watching the Yankee Doodle Dandy reruns on television, we could paraphrase the movie’s musical acts.

I recall how sand was everywhere, including being nestled between my toes and sprinkled in our picnic lunch basket that held the pepper and egg heroes that mom packed. But that mattered little as we spent the day celebrating.

As the sun set at the beach, the sky ignited with the brilliant annual fireworks display. From a child’s view, I was in awe, waving sparklers and flags and joining in the celebration of America’s birthday. The fireworks flamed like candles on a birthday cake for our country.

I may have left the waves, shells and sand at the beach on that childhood Fouth of July holiday, yet I took enough of the patriotism home with me to last a lifetime.

Patriotism is America’s gift to its citizens– we just need to unwrap it. Don’t leave your patriotism at the beach, or take it out only on holidays. Make it a year round commitment.

2011-06-30 / Opinion

http://m.babylonbeacon.com/news/2011-06-30/Opinion/Patriotism_forged_in_the_simple_joys_of_childhood_.html

Florida Sunrise by friend Marge
 

MY BEACH HIDEAWAY
Morning dew mist allows

Sea breeze flow to surround

Retreat to find solitude there

Cloak by the still morning air

Peaceful silence hush breaks

Tells the new day to awake

Clouds parts the heavens sky

Unlock gateway for sun to rise

Seagulls welcome call beckon

Beachgoers draw near beyond

Tucks away for another day

Goodbye my beach hideaway



Written by Susan Marie Davniero
 




Jones Beach Postcard 1970



SUMMER’S ESCAPE
Great South Bay Published

Midmorning sun deceits

Days long of heat

The air had died

Stillness survived

Relaxing on the beach

Blue sky within reach

Sun burns aglow

Humid days follow

Fear we will miss

The days of bliss

Days in wait

Summer’s escape

Susan Marie Davniero

Published Long Story Short

 

DANCE OF THE DOLPHINS

 

 

Dolphins flow an ocean’s symmetry
In water dance of rhythmic symphony

Roar of the wave beats nature’s tone

Swimming free in the dolphins’ zone

Water bound lives instinctually

Graceful harmony beneath the sea

From shore to ocean they roam

The ocean calls the dolphins' home

 

written by Susan Marie Davniero 

 



Photo by Marge Florida

TOUR LONG ISLAND
 

by Susan Marie Davniero
Published Great South Bay Magazine 

Along the Long Island cove
It’s a treasure trove
Find a tapestry of sights
Visiting days or nights

Robert Moses’ master plan
Map of Long Island land
Long Island plays host
To beaches on its coast

All that nature creates
Gardens, parks, lakes
Lush Long Island hues
Greens, browns, blues

Lighthouse at Montauk Points the way
To where the Ducks team play
Party on at Jones Beach Park
Stay for fireworks after dark

All together can be found
Along the Long Island Sound
Tour Long Island and roam
The place I call home

Bob and Susan Marie Davniero at Bergen Point Park in Long Island, NY

Susan Marie Davniero published poet in "The Poet's Market 2011-2013"

 

THE BEACH WALKER
Published Great South Bay Magazine

The beach tour

At sandy shore

Beach plays host

Come walk the coast

In the sea breeze

By oceans and seas

The coastal way

Found at the bay

Rhythm of the tide

In flight goes by

Wave commotion

Of the ocean

Water’s edge

Golden rod hedge

Seaweed at bay

Jelly fish lay

Shells on the beach

Within reach

Winds lift

The sand drift

Life measures

Beaches treasures

Nature stalker

The beach walker

Susan Marie Davniero

Susan and Bob at Atlantic City Boardwalk

 

 

 

Great South Bay Magazine

 

A Day at the Beach

by Susan Marie Davniero

        

July 2015 Issue

I remember the 4th of July the summer I was a child growing up in Massapequa. When I grew up 4th of July was a day of family celebration at Jones Beach. It was a place where the sun shine seem to glisten off the white sand brighter than anywhere else, cool morning breeze faded away, and the bay was calm except when some waves splash against the shore.  The family and I would walk on the sand that filled in gaps of my toes to find our beach spot laying out Dad's old Army blanket. Mom would sort out our lunch, eggs and peppers heroes, for later from the wicket basket. The eggs fried up with the peppers were one of Dad's favorites. The heroes often seem too big for my mouth and I always seem to taste sand on them - but just the same I loved them, too.  If I was lucky Dad would like us buy some concession snacks although Mom often disagreed. Sometimes we bought ice cream, Italian ices or even hot dogs. Everything always seemed to taste better at Jones Beach.  To this child's imagination, Jones Beach was "Fantasy Island," an escape to a tropical island right here in Long Island. I didn't travel much and not being very worldly, Jones Beach seemed to be more than only a few miles away from our Massapequa Park – a distant scenic land with a blanket of white sand, stalks of beach grass sprouting from the sand, hot steamy sun beating down on us, with the oceanic view of blue bay of water bursting waves.  Jones Beach was so unlike our suburban Cape Cod home with the green short grass Dad mowed that would stain my knees if I felt running on it or dark dirty old dirt in the gardens and yards that made me dirty. Sand at the beach never really made me dirty, rinsing right off.  We waited for our relatives from Elmont, Uncle Paulie and Aunt Reenee and cousins Paulie Jr. and Elaine, my favorite cousins. Our cousins would join my sisters and me on the boardwalk to play.  As children we all watched the old movie, "Yankee Doodle Dandy" and knew all the movie songs words so we would sing "I am a Yankee Doodle Dandy" parading on the boardwalk. On 4th of July my hometown family patriotism was cast as the star the day, on the "make believe stage" with my sisters, Laura and Teresa, and I with our cousins, as we would sing and dance in step to the song, “I am a Yankee Doodle Dandy,” parading on the beach boardwalk - sometimes onlookers even applauded. Those were my Yankee Doodle Days at Jones Beach.  Dad taught us on this holiday that America is the best country in the whole world. Back home Dad would continue to show his love of America patriotism, sporting flag pins on his shirts collars and decorating our home with American flags, eagles and liberty bells. Dad was sure to pack and bring patriotism with us to Jones Beach on 4th of July. I found my patriotism at the beach. I may have left the waves, shells and sand at the beach on that summer 4th of July holiday, yet I took enough of the patriotism home with me that day to last a lifetime. Don't leave your patriotism at the beach. God Bless America! by Susan Marie Davniero