Tuesday, 5 June 2018

Dogs and Daydreams

There was a dog barking on the beach for someone to throw his ball
So I was sitting pretty in the shade looking at it all
Sunbathing señoritas we spread out on the sand
Lobster red and steaming in the name of getting tanned.

Rising from the beach just near in shocks of brick and glass
A trap for British tourists saying ‘thank you’ “grassy arse”
That Algarve strip of hotels arcs away and to the south
And left’s the deep blue ocean at the Mediterranean’s mouth.

That dog still barking on the beach, no one will throw his ball
I was sitting pretty in the shade looking at it all.
The heat had been oppressive as the crashing if the waves
Add a screaming kids kicking sand soundtrack to the malaise.

My baked brain overloaded when ugly nudists strolled on past
All I sought out was tranquility, all I saw was sandy arse
That Algarve strip of hotels arcs away and to the south
But left’s the deep blue ocean at the Mediterranean’s mouth.

So I saught out some seclusion beneath some handy well grown pine
A walk uphill but for cool tranquility I reckoned that was fine.
As I took in the broad vista from my lofty point of view
That ugly crowd of concrete builds my eye kept drawing to.

That Algarve strip of hotels arcs away off to the south
But right there’s the deep blue ocean at the Mediterranean’s mouth.
From here I can still hear the kids and parents shout and call
And that dog still bloody barking - please someone just throw his ball!

But in my cool and shady spot asleep I began to fall
Slumbering on in the shade resenting one and all

I dreamt of a tsunami caused by Gibraltar falling in
The Mediterranean rising up and in a torrent overflowing
Spewed a sea’s worthy of salt water from the Mediterranean’s mouth
And consider my felicity as it rolled off to the south

Safe on the hill amongst the pines I could only stand and watch
As concrete, glass and hotels were covered by the wash.
As the wave receded I could only look amazed
The coast was left immaculate with pretty palm filled bays.

The blissful virgin countryside had been beneath all along
I felt a whole lot happier with the sour face of commercial tourism gone.
I wandered beach and salt marsh, foraged samphire, figs and fish
Then retired to my shady spot for a meal to really relish.

I surveyed my Algarve Eden until something made me start
Somehow... somewhere... inexplicably... a dog began to bark.
My eyes they jolted open and I sat up far too quick
“It was all just a dream” I sighed, while feeling a bit sick.

Sure enough there to my right was the Mediterranean’s mouth
And that ugly clump of hotels arced away still to the south.
The sun had moved, the people too. The air started to cool
I stretched my back, my arms, my legs and condescended to it all.

Then there on the quiet beach as night began to fall
I found that dog and shut him up by throwing him his ball.

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