Beach

• Ryan Spry, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2011

A breeze roles along the long sunny beach,
The waves crashing into the rocky shore.
I close my eyes and listen to her speech.
Standing in the sand, all I want is more.

I walk down the beach as the sand glows bright.
I like to listen to the beaches sound,
Being in the water just feels so right,
As the waves start crashing and flow around.

There’s just a beauty she keeps on showing.
Somehow she always has a hold on me.
I can tell she doesn’t want me going.
One day I’ll live here, or so we will see.

As the sun sets my day comes to an end,
So I say one last goodbye to my friend.