Maroubra Beach

• Millie Scurry, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

Descending towards the water surfboard in my hand
Leaping onto the bland golden sand
sunscreen and sweat start to stream down
Lunging into the water and looking up at the wide blue sky
Red lobsters roasting on the shore
Just missed a wave, hoping there will be more
Better than bondi, bronte and byron bay
Doesn't matter what they say
Sitting out the back waiting for a wave as the breeze hits my face
Now travelling at a fast pace
Everyone is leaving
Plastic all over the sand
Looking into my crystal ball now i see it all
Sand turned to soil, water coming to a boil
Slowly slowly now the water is turning brown
Nothing can help us now