Beach
The sound so sweet as the waves crash down on me.
The water so cold as it washes over me.
The salty taste of the sea as it goes down my throat.
I hear my name being called because it’s time for lunch.
As I lay down on the bright yellow sand I watch the seagulls go swooping by.
The sky so blue and the clouds so white.
The beautiful shell on the top of our sandcastle the water come in and washes it away.
The sky went dark and the stars came out, it was the perfect day to come to the beach.
By Faith
thats a good poem faith, did you actually go to the beach?
ReplyDeleteKa pai o mahi Faith. Love your poem. Just like being there.
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