Seaside Noise referencing Fair Weather by Dorothy Parker

Calm seas, summer breeze. Sounds of the seaside fill the air.
The ice cream van shouts out Greensleeves
And the rush of seagulls threatening the cherishes cones
Bring squawks of outrage as parents cover their bare
Shoulders against the attack and heave
Children into safety ignoring their groans.

Like Dorothy Parker, now I prefer Atlantic Storms
Waves too high to dance in, beating against the shore.
Shingle rattling, stones singing their timeless songs.
No more the onslaught of noise brought by the swarm.
No sign save the drifting of a lonely oar,
A remnant of those relentless throngs.

Let the wind now roar, the waves crash and move
Like ancient monsters filling the skies,
With angry seas that challenge the fish
To swim against the current and survive
As they always have…moving fast as they dive
Safe in the depths, away from the splash and crash.