Beach House

• Hannah Luna, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2010

The sun creeps slowly as the early morn starts,

The sand glass projects its beams towards the window plane,

The grass drip dew drops from yesterday's rain,

The stormy shoreline's dark water starts to get lighter,

The waves beckon me, and the sun rises higher,

As my small paradise wakes,

So does my beach house.