A Day At The Beach.

• Lauren Robinson, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

It’s a hot sunny day, the air is warm, and the sun is bright and the waves were superb.
I’m at the beach, the water is mellow, the sand is yellow and the children utter “Hello”.
The waves are crashing over the shore, and so are the children that wait for more.
I pick up the sand, as it tingled through my hands.
Then felt the cool breeze; pass through my hair, as it swishes everywhere.
Then smelt the smell, of hot tasty chips, on a warm summers day, and got a bit greedy and went for some more.
And as it became late, the air went cold, the sky went dark and the waves went missing, until another day.