The Beach

June 15, 2009
Sand is warm and soft
Touching me like a blanket
Keeping me happy
Sand showers me as I run to the ocean.
Smiles are everywhere.
Once I reach the sea,
I jump into the blueness,
The bottomless pit.
I shiver with cold.
The towel envelops me.
Warm again, I am.
Back to where I live.
A good time was had by all.
I enjoy the beach!

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback