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• Teagan Eden-Street, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

Sun belting down on the sand
Water rising over the ocean
Skins becoming crispy
With each day that goes by.
There we sit, on that very day
The sun bronzing our bodies
Attacking us without a care.
A volleyball flying overhead,
From hand to hand,
Its rubber shield welting in the sun.
With out a care in the world
Waves crashing on the sand,
Feet crunching with every step
The summer months,
Are best with friends!!