The Beach

• Audrey Pettinicchio, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2017

On a hot day, the scorching sun heats the pure white sand.
The sand gets so hot
It feels like you are walking on top of ashes.
You hear the waves crashing against the rocks on the bottom of the cliff.
As the waves slam onto the rocks
The water turns into foam and froths like a bubble bath.
The salty spray from the splashing water stings your eyes.
As you dip your feet in the water
It looks like it's dancing around your toes.
You hear the swirling wind whistling along the seashore.
The brisk wind cools your face from the beating sun and when you turn to look, you see the long stems of the flora swaying in unison amongst the sand dunes.
The sun starts to set, the water glimmers and glistens like diamonds.
Vanishing past the horizon, the sun paints the sky a kaleidoscope of colours. Now as night falls, the crowd disperses and calm returns to the beach.