Calala Bay

• Inez Griffiths, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

Walking through the caressing bush ,
the sound of waves crashing on the shore,
the salty bitterness only a few steps away,
treading on the reserve floor.

Climbing up the big hill,
Waiting to get to the other side,
I can feel the cool breeze touching my skin,
Listening to where the waves collide.

There the beach is,
Where the soft white sand lays,
Where my childhood sits,
Where my younger self plays.

All these memories rushing to my head,
I can feel my younger years,
running across the beach ,
Suddenly I lose all my fears.