SAN PEDRO

The cushions at the pool in Banyon Bay
Are laid out every morning when I rise.
Waiters take drink orders through the day,
And I hang out and watch the cloudless skies.

A dock juts out into the morning mist
Where boats line up with bait and rods and reels.
They trawl for snapper and for other fish
To grill up on the beach for midday meals.

Estel's for breakfast always starts our day,
A walk along the beach with the whole group.
And don't forget the chicken drop on Wednesday,
When gamblers bet on where a rooster poops.

Palapas bars line every beach.
We ride our bikes from each to each.