The Beach

I love to be by the ocean.

My favorite place is the beach.

I feel  my toes in the sand,

And I lay in the sun.

Singing to me are the waves.

The sea air is full of salt.

The boardwalk french fries cover my fingers with salt.

I walk next to the ocean.

A little child runs by and waves.

People play volleyball on the beach.

Their shoulders get burned by the sun,

And their feet burn in the hot sand.

A storm rolls in and blows the sand.

All I can taste is the salt.

We can no longer feel the sun.

I watch the swells of the ocean.

People run off the beach.

I admire the size of the waves.

The weather calms and tames the waves.

I walk in the rain drenched sand.

There is no one on the beach.

I take it all in with a grain of salt.

Shells are washing up out of the ocean.

I await the return of the sun.

The next day brings up the sun.

We spend more time in the waves.

I take a nap by the ocean,

Under the umbrella stuck in the sand.

I snack on some peanuts roasted in salt.

I love a great day on the beach.

Then comes the time to leave the beach.

I will miss the sun,

And the smell of salt.

There will be no more waves

Crashing into the sand.

I hate leaving the ocean.

I want to live on the beach with the waves.

My friends are the sun and the sand.

The salt air fills my lungs with the ocean.