Beach Life in the Country

The Sun's Ray's are like a warm Kiss
Apollo's gift is a wonderful bliss

If I could i would bottle it up
In a jar or maybe even a cup

Then i could take it anywhere
And be in bliss everywhere

The sun warms the sand which slips through my fingers
And leaves a tingly feeling which always lingers

When we leave there's cows all over the road
we think we've past them But theirs more a whole load

This is what its like at the beach in the country
Where the beach is quiet and the road is crunchy