Beach

• Jacob Moulin, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

Sitting on the beach watching all the waves roll on to the sand,
And crashing into the rocks and logs.
The sand whipping at your legs in the wind,
Getting into the cold water.
The taste of the salty water is very strong,
Seeing nothing but green in the water.
Standing up and looking at yellow sand,
You can smell all the rotting seaweed,
And you can see all the fish swimming around!