Carmel Beach Parties

In Carmel we had bonfire parties,

Between houses on a sandy cove….

We all brought wood and bottles of wine;

The sober ones seldom drove.

We tossed dried seaweed in the fire

It smoked and popped like fire crackers…

These retail movers and shakers,

Reduced to asthmatic, drunken slackers.

There never was a citizen complaint

About our parties or the fires…

We were free to watch the sunsets,

Backed up with waves and seal choirs. 

The world was our oyster,

Until the population doubled…

Like breeding rats in Skinner’s Box,

Life grew anxious and very troubled.

Fires now, are against the law;

Beach pollution kept on growing.

Cigarette smoke, now outlawed too,

Revelers cited with big fines owing. 

A copper roof atop flagstone,
Reflected the bonfire's light...
The architect picked the perfect spot;
Frank Lloyd was indeed Mr. Right.   

Photo: Bob Aronson