Beach Day

• Dan Vaughan, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2009

Personification
Beach day
The car spits me out at the beach,
The banister helps me down the welcoming stairs,
The sand seems to have missed me as it hugs me around my toes,
As my surfboard lunges into my arms, the leg-rope wraps itself around my leg.

The waves try to push me back in, but they never succeed,
When I reach the back the waves are now friendlier,
My surfboard the wave and I have now joined forces and try to thrust me forward,
My board assists me up while the wave decides to swap teams again and tries to knock me into the water.

I slow down into the raging pipe,
The backwash line acts as a finish line in a race between the tube and I,
I am about to escape but the break from the other side comes and corners me,
I am smashed down to the ground and shaken around by the infuriated wave.

I beg for mercy and it finally desists,
I walk in and the sand asks me what’s wrong but I don’t want to talk about it,
It cheers me up by building me a sand castle,
But the waves decide to ruin everything in my day and crush’s it to bits.