Beach

• Em Harland, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

The sun sets brightly,
The shells dot the shore,
The waves draw back,
Then roar forward, eager for more.

A few people strolling, not caring for the scenery,
They have been here a couple more times then few,
Pick up two beautiful shells for you and me,
And two worn out shells for me, and for you.

The sea swallows the sun, as it does every night,
Then proceeds the moon waiting for flight,
The glowing of the sun turns to glowing of the stars,
The shining of the glass windows turns to shining of lights in cars.

The unstopping timing of the waves etched in my mind,
Leaves a confusing path ahead and an uncertain path behind,
For this I must say is the most important part,
It’s actually the drum beating in my very own heart.