Beach Dream

• Georgia Smith, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2009

The wind brushed a gentle shiver down my spine,
My feet covered by melting, oozing sand,
I glided blissfully into the lapping, glistening ocean,
A soothing blast of crystal fresh moisture crashed against me,
I floated around, in my own little world,
Bubbles parading around me like a giant marching band,
I gazed up at the sky,
It was a dazzling patchwork of flaming reds, oranges and pinks,
Complimented by wisps of fairy floss clouds and a flaring red sun,
Reminiscent of a magical dream,
I peered over at the sandy shore,
It was as perfect as a watercolour painting,
I whirled and swivelled my hands through the water effortlessly,
I felt the comforting heartbeat of the sea,
My world was a blur of mystical sounds and visions,
I could continue like this eternally.