L.B.I.

September 15, 2008
By Gabrielle DeLucia, Congers, NY

L.B.I.
Relaxing at the shore,
My feet deep in the sand
The ocean roars,
Surfers ride the waves,
I pick seashells as I walk,
The breeze blows my hair out of my face.

The sun starts to set,
Beach chairs and umbrellas
Packed away,
Then,
Night life begins.

Street lights turn on,
Shops open,
Amusement parks and rides,
Shine brightly,
As they light up,
The beautiful city.


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