Beach

• Harry Parker, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

The squeak of the white soft sand between my digging toes,
The drip of the sweet melting ice cream on this boiling hot day
The sudden crash of the crystal, clear waves going, going gone

I lay on the warm soothing sand, the whirling wind on my face
I stand on my long wet board gently surfing the shiny blue
I wait impatiently in the winding queue for some salty hot chips

Any day of the year I wish constantly to go once more
Any weather, pelting hail or a hot sunny day, I don't really care
Any time of the long day I don't mind whether its midnight or noon

On a majestic bird or on a plane as long as I get there in one piece
On a tumbling turtle or on a whizzing hare it doesn't matter how long it takes
On uncertain ground or in unforgiving water, if I can get there it's alright

The happiness bouncing inside when we reach our final destination
The stinging pain of the bobbing jellyfish, it hurts, why oh why
The woeful sadness and unconscious sleepiness as this exciting day is done