Beach House

• Sara Catania , Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2015

Taking one step on that beautiful soft sand,
Where all the memories are on that land,
And when I got really tanned.
The sound of the crashing waves,
When we had fish and chips on all those days,
And where all the towels are laid.
Walking back all sandy,
Then going out to get some candy,
Walking on the street,
To a sound of a beat,
Getting a big bag of cinnamon popcorn,
Then watching a game maybe involving Hawthorn.
The Sun's down, we're walking around, back to town,
I really want to stay,
But I need to go and get ready for another day.