Beaches

• Tamara West, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

Along the beach I run
In the setting sun
I feel as if I am the moon
Rising very soon.
The sand feels so silky
The moon looks so milky
Such a relaxing sight
On a lovely night.
The night it is so still
As the seagulls kill
Their terrified prey
On this night in May.
I can hear the waves
Crashing in the caves
As I calmly lay
Down in Horseshoe Bay.