Beach Vibes

• Sienna Hills, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2020

Trees dance as the wind blows by,
It also makes the sand fly,
The wind has wondered every which way,
But slows down when it hits the bay,

The waves are flowing, flowing fast,
As they crash, the creamy current collects on the coast,
The water is hot like a warm pot roast,

The adults walk and talk,
Along the pier they walk,
Some wish to catch good fish,
Others tan like it’s about to get banned,

As the sun sets, the wind turns cool,
The water becomes as still as tool,
The day has put the beach to the test,
Now it’s time for the beach to rest,