The Beach

• Alana White, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

Soft silk-like sand travelling through your toes,
Down at the waters edge the cool ocean lapping over your feet,
The emerald green seaweed washed ashore,
The sea breeze a mixture of salty and sweet.

The squawking of seagulls,
The simplicity of just lying there,
Scorching heat of the sun,
Heat you can hardly bear.

Sand being picked up by the whispering wind,
Granules of it striking at your feet
Water forming in your eyes,
Children down at the shore kicking in a rhythmic beat.

Up at the showers now water droplets clinging to me,
Washing myself down soap in my hand,
I look back at the beach,
Aquamarine waters, milky-white sand, luxuriant green vegetation growing through the land.