Waves Of Broken Beach

• Ruby Wallace, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

The waves of broken beach grew grey over time,
"Teeming with life!" they say,
In 1969.
From then to present it lost its shine,
Its gloss and its glimmer,
Waves sadly sighing,
Sand cold and dirty,
Although Broken Beach has aged,
My memories are still young,
of the beach the sun shined on,
and the fish twirled and jumped
Age took it like a toy and left it broken on the sidewalk.
A toy plane without its wings,
just begging to take off.