Beach

• George Heinrich, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2012

I am relaxed by the sound of waves crashing in the distance.
The wind is making a peaceful whistle as it passes.
I can hear a car driving around.
Making a hum as it goes past.
The splash of children.
Jumping up and down, having water fight and swimming around.
People are jogging up and down the beach.
Making a small thump as they take each step,
Flies are buzzing around my face.
It is really annoying me, and everyone around me.
Squish! I finally kill the fly, and it is all relaxing again