It’s June in Texas and getting hot,
Have picnic lunch in a shady spot
As we head for the coast on a sunny day
And listen to country music along way.
Galveston is our annual retreat;
We stay in hotels and play at the beach.
Meeting new friends from everywhere
With sand, and seashells, and sun-bleached hair.
The sound of waves crashing on the beach
Seagulls above us, but just out of reach.
A little crab scuttles across the sand.
We’re making a sand castle, come give us a hand.
It’s June in Texas, vacation at last!
A few days of fun, how quickly they pass.
We ride bikes along the seawall and visit The Strand;
As evening approaches we hear a live band.
Everyone’s hungry, tired, and sore.
Time to rest up, then tomorrow there’s more.
Back at the hotel we’ve showered and fed,
Tired and happy we go off to bed.
We can still feel the waves when we close our eyes
And they rock us to sleep as the sun leaves the sky.
We head home in silence, making our plans
For next year’s adventures, when it’s summer again.
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