From sunscreen and surfboard wax.
I am from the house where the beach was my neighbor,
And the waves were my friends.
I am from the island palms,
And the backyard banana tree`s fruits that were never tasted.
I am from surfing sprees and bee stings.
From people who fought for us,
And died for us.
I`m from beach bonfires and midnight grunion runs on the beach
I`m from “yes ma`am” and “no sir”,
And “lemon drops on chimney tops but why cant I?”
From watching fireworks on the sand.
I am from the eternal sunny place,
And countries far away.
I am from eating watermelon and drinking guava juice.
From stories about Grandpa`s wars,
And how he fought for the country he loved.
I am from the shells collected on the beach,
Being stored away in pails and buckets,
Treasured and kept for years to come.
I am from from the place where the beach was my neighbor,
And the waves were my friends.