The Beach

Hovering over the sad lonely beach the sky drips down on sand,
To create what’ll look grand,
With seagulls flying in the high breeze,
Boats float upon high seas.
With sand dunes glaring at the skies,
While the seaweed gently dries.

Seagulls circle around me,
Like some vultures that are hungry.
As a giant hand pokes into the sea and sand,
Fishermen fish off there fingers
As their fishing lines lingers.

Staring at the skies and seas,
Brings back lots of memories,
Like playing in the sand and stones,
While a wave cries and moans.

Being miles from the nearest house,
Makes the land quieter than a mouse,
Now realizing the beaches beauty,
Makes me think of the beach truly.

By Sam Weber