Sandy Escape

• Ewan Jones, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

I walk along the sandy shoreline scattered with beautiful and colourful seashells. The deep orange sun is setting in all its glory. I enjoy the squish of the wet sand filling the empty spaces between my toes and leaving foot prints in the soft sand.
I think about the wonderful paradise I will have to leave to go back to the busy lifestyle of the city. I hear the swish of the calming waves slowly inching up the beach in a back and forth motion. The sound of the soft peaceful water blows all my thoughts away.
I place my hand against a palm tree and lean my head against its husky trunk. I close my eyes and begin to hum a sweet little tune. I smile at a little blue crab threatening to pinch my pinky toe. What a silly little guy.