Beach

• Bonnie Nicol, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2008

The wind whips my hair,
The sand stings my eyes,
As I run down the beach
I forget the lies.

I pad down the beach,
And scan the horizon.
I'm ready for anything!
My temperature's rising.

Cold,cold water laps at my feet
As I finally reach the waves.
I feel excitement coming on,
It is not how I usually behave!

I dive underneath feel it rush over me
As I shut my eyes and PUSH!
I glide through the water like never befor,
And hear it all around me go WHOOSH!

My hair drips as I towel myself off,
I am cold and shivering wet.
But I remember the waves rushing over me
As though we had never met.