Observations Of The Beach This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   How I love the way wet sand clings to my toes, ankles, and

knees,

The warmth of the sun on my back, and the way terry cloth

feels against my face.

The crisp scent of a new book tingles my nose,

As I flip through the pages, eager for the story to unfold

before my eyes.

I willingly become the main character and quickly slip

within the pages,

As seagulls soar above my head and kites play hide and seek

with the clouds.

I love the tempting aromas that waft before my nose,

And the way the powdered sugar from a piece of fried dough

lingers on my lips long after I've eaten it.

One lick and the memory of the sweet flavor comes rushing

back.

Nothing gives me more of a rush than dancing to old time

rock 'n' roll -

Until my stomach hurts and I have to gasp for breath.

But most of all, I love to lean back and become mesmerized

by the vivid colors of a sunset,

As I melt away with the salty waves -

On the beach ...




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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