Isabella Taylor, Grade 2, Latrobe Primary School
Finalist in the 'Write Here Write Now 2017' competition
I like to sit and watch the waves come into shore.
Opening and closing their mouths; their white lips kissing the sand.
I hear seagulls squawking; the sand blowing and the waves crashing onto the water below.
I feel the sand stinging my legs as I walk; the cold water splashing onto my skin: and the wind blowing my hair into my eyes.
It's starting to get dark now. The waves are disappearing into the darkness. I can still hear them crashing, but to see them again I will have to come back another day.