Beach

• Cassandra Barker, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2016

The waves crashed against the golden shore, leaving its debris behind. Children’s laughter echoed around in the warm summer wind.

It’s like magic; the seagulls swooping over the shimmering ocean, the boats bumping up and down, up and down, on the waves, and the shadows of shells sunken gently into the shallows.

You can hear it too. The short whistle of sailors preparing boats ready for the sea, the splashes of the waves on the shiny,metallic sand.

This is the beach.