The Beach

November 16, 2010
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The Beach

My feet sink into the wet sand,
The water goes around my ankles,
The broken shells washing up,
Then getting pulled back out.

The water is cold,
It stings my feet.
I keep walking over multicolored rocks,
They jab into my feet.

The waves are forming far out,
When they get to shore they’re small.
Small sea creatures are crawling,
Jellyfish are floating.

The water is crystal blue,
It looks like glass.
My feet break the surface,
Circular ripples form and get smaller,
As they get further out into the ocean.

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