It was wet and cold as I sailed out to sea.
The birds seemed to be flying just above me.
The waves were rough, the sea spray strong, I knew what I was doing was very wrong.
I sailed on into the night, moving fast from the light.
My arms were eching from holding the rope tight.
My boat bounced around as we head out of sight.
I look overboard and I'm surprised to see a grey fin swimming close to me.
My heart does a shudder as I turn my rudder to head back to the bay, which looks so far away.
The wind whips up and pushes me through, the sea looks a horrible blue.
I see the land sparkling in the dull night light, and wish I was in my bed tucked up tight.
The fin speeds past, but leads the way right up into the bay.
I jump on out and leave my boat floating on the waves, I rush away from the bay leaving behind the frightful day.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Three Poems - Mackenzie
I couldn't thing of one big poem so i made 3 small one's
They say
Poem 1:
The Trees
As i look out among the trees, i feel the gentle sea breeze,
I look around nothing but me,
Just me and my sea breeze trees.
Poem 2:
The Endless Sea
Floating on the evening breeze,
i settle down beneath the trees,
looking out at the endless sea.
Poem 3:
The Calling tide
As i sea the never ending sea, I swear I hear it calling to me,
I step out, helped by the breeze,
and let the sea embrace me.
They say
Poem 1:
The Trees
As i look out among the trees, i feel the gentle sea breeze,
I look around nothing but me,
Just me and my sea breeze trees.
Poem 2:
The Endless Sea
Floating on the evening breeze,
i settle down beneath the trees,
looking out at the endless sea.
Poem 3:
The Calling tide
As i sea the never ending sea, I swear I hear it calling to me,
I step out, helped by the breeze,
and let the sea embrace me.
I'm Beached as Bro! - Mia
I jumped onto my board
with eager determination
my hands cupped
as the salty sea grabbed my attention
I feel a sudden urge
to turn around and catch the next wave
I see Tessa beside of me
With the exact same gaze
so I turn around and the next thing I know
me and Tess are speeding towards the beach
with a blistering blow
When I look back behind me
the sun is just setting
there is a buzz in my spine
and the waves are just spinning
when I wave my goodbyes
the sun twinkles with light
goodbye I say
as we drive out of sight
with eager determination
my hands cupped
as the salty sea grabbed my attention
I feel a sudden urge
to turn around and catch the next wave
I see Tessa beside of me
With the exact same gaze
so I turn around and the next thing I know
me and Tess are speeding towards the beach
with a blistering blow
When I look back behind me
the sun is just setting
there is a buzz in my spine
and the waves are just spinning
when I wave my goodbyes
the sun twinkles with light
goodbye I say
as we drive out of sight
Hahae Beach by Robbie Lowe
(Everything but the shark is a true story)
The squawking seagulls
lying silently
in the abandoned dunes
Down by the water
massive white waves
angrily attacked
boiling sand burning my feet
On the horizon
huge islands with treacherous cliffs
stood over the glistening sea
The river rapids
rushed rapidly
roaring wildly
on the hot summer day
A little boy
swimming quite far out
got eaten by a little shark
the life guard said
we had to leave
and because of that
I was not pleased.
The squawking seagulls
fought angrily over
the fluffy little shrubslying silently
in the abandoned dunes
Down by the water
massive white waves
angrily attacked
boiling sand burning my feet
On the horizon
huge islands with treacherous cliffs
stood over the glistening sea
The river rapids
rushed rapidly
roaring wildly
on the hot summer day
A little boy
swimming quite far out
got eaten by a little shark
the life guard said
we had to leave
and because of that
I was not pleased.
I taste, I see, I feel-Harry H
I feel the gritty golden sand flying against me.
The cold sphere sea merges with the gleaming sand.
I am at the beach.
I feel the wind blowing against my face.
The clouds above me like candy floss slowly danced gracefully in the breeze.
The sea salt rapidly spits on me as if I were a problem.
I taste the salt and bitter breeze.
I taste the salty wind as if it where a salty drink.
I taste the tainted fish ’n’ chip breeze as it came from a family feast on the beach.
I see swopping seagulls as they glide through the wind in a swarm.
I see people soaking up the 30 degree Sun.
I see the blades of grass swaying side to side as if they where an army of solders marching on parade.
I see towering yacht clubs beside me.
I am in paradise.
The cold sphere sea merges with the gleaming sand.
I am at the beach.
I feel the wind blowing against my face.
The clouds above me like candy floss slowly danced gracefully in the breeze.
The sea salt rapidly spits on me as if I were a problem.
I taste the salt and bitter breeze.
I taste the salty wind as if it where a salty drink.
I taste the tainted fish ’n’ chip breeze as it came from a family feast on the beach.
I see swopping seagulls as they glide through the wind in a swarm.
I see people soaking up the 30 degree Sun.
I see the blades of grass swaying side to side as if they where an army of solders marching on parade.
I see towering yacht clubs beside me.
I am in paradise.
Jessica's Poem
A hot day in a small bay...
Waves gently roll upon the sand,
liking at my toes.
The pumas feels sharp-to-touch,
like the thorns upon a rose.
The birds ahead swoop and fly,
and let out squawks like a baby’s cry.
They sound as if they want to die,
but I know they’re just crazy,
as they fly by.
I hear the waves,
I see the sun,
I smell the bush,
I start to run,
I feel the rocks graze my knee,
I taste the water in the sea.
The big blue birds,
and the frisky, friendly fish,
make me feel enchanted,
like I could have any wish.
Now as I look out to the white wash waves,
that keep on growing day by day,
I think back to when the water was flat,
on that hot summers day,
in this small, small bay.
Waves gently roll upon the sand,
liking at my toes.
The pumas feels sharp-to-touch,
like the thorns upon a rose.
The birds ahead swoop and fly,
and let out squawks like a baby’s cry.
They sound as if they want to die,
but I know they’re just crazy,
as they fly by.
I hear the waves,
I see the sun,
I smell the bush,
I start to run,
I feel the rocks graze my knee,
I taste the water in the sea.
The big blue birds,
and the frisky, friendly fish,
make me feel enchanted,
like I could have any wish.
Now as I look out to the white wash waves,
that keep on growing day by day,
I think back to when the water was flat,
on that hot summers day,
in this small, small bay.
Tessa's Poem-Memories
Memories
Wild waves wash with wisdom,
Sand swishing swaying in silence,
The tide tumbling to my toes,
Gazing goes,
And Autumn appears,
Searching for summer,
I reappear,
Then I noticed,
In the sand,
My florescent pink board,
Outdoing the silky golden sand,
Clutching my board,
I float in the rushing water,
Thinking of my younger sister,
By Tessa
Wild waves wash with wisdom,
Sand swishing swaying in silence,
The tide tumbling to my toes,
Gazing goes,
And Autumn appears,
Searching for summer,
I reappear,
Then I noticed,
In the sand,
My florescent pink board,
Outdoing the silky golden sand,
Clutching my board,
I float in the rushing water,
Thinking of my younger sister,
By Tessa
Monday, October 25, 2010
Litora-Oscar C
The sand and sea proved my lonely company,
as I stand on a silk scarf of sand it snakes along the shore
separating land and sea as close as they may be. As I stand on the sand my eyes admirer the blanket of the sea as quietly smooth as it can be.
Eyes closed my ears see the wonderest sounds that call to me from all around, like 100 mice the sand squeaks beneath my feet, the waves sigh like broken harts, that rumble in the wind like a storm so far away. So as I stand on the sand, admirer the sea and hear the sounds that call to me, I realize that the sand and sea really do proved my lonely company.
by Oscar J.D Connor
as I stand on a silk scarf of sand it snakes along the shore
separating land and sea as close as they may be. As I stand on the sand my eyes admirer the blanket of the sea as quietly smooth as it can be.
Eyes closed my ears see the wonderest sounds that call to me from all around, like 100 mice the sand squeaks beneath my feet, the waves sigh like broken harts, that rumble in the wind like a storm so far away. So as I stand on the sand, admirer the sea and hear the sounds that call to me, I realize that the sand and sea really do proved my lonely company.
by Oscar J.D Connor
Mount Maunganui - Tom C
The wind suddenly blows
and then just as quickly,
it goes.
The maze of waves
splash on rocks and sand,
making white water and
reaching the land.
As I lay there in
the sand, I think to myself,
oh, how grand.
Although I ran away
from home.
I still have the beach,
but nobody knows.
and then just as quickly,
it goes.
The maze of waves
splash on rocks and sand,
making white water and
reaching the land.
As I lay there in
the sand, I think to myself,
oh, how grand.
Although I ran away
from home.
I still have the beach,
but nobody knows.
Dreaming by Abby Barclay
While crouched by the sea side,
The wind whips through my hair.
Thy felt so peaceful so lost in thy thoughts,
In the distance the soft but beautiful songs of the birds,
I could feel myself flouting as if I was a cloud,
So I dear not move.
The wind was swirling around me,
Carrying the salt from the sea with it
Stinging my eyes as it flew past.
The crashing of the waves so soothing
I felt in a dream.
I felt at peace as the soft gold sand
Fell between my toes
As I picked up the shells around me
My heart filled with joy.
They were all so beautiful I just couldn’t let go.
All my thoughts were lost in my head.
I don’t know why but I felt so dead.
Oh, how I wish I could stay in this beautiful place,
But it’s just a dream, my eyes are closing with dread
As I watch the waves crash on the shore
I start to drift off and soon fall.
The Dark Beach
Cold day,
Murky sea,
Shadowy sky,
Seagulls screeching,
Grainy sea,
Waves colliding at
my feet.
Waterless driftwood,
Dry seaweed,
boats rocking
side to side,
Fish hide behind the tide,
And wait for the sun to come out again
By Ruby Donnelly
Murky sea,
Shadowy sky,
Seagulls screeching,
Grainy sea,
Waves colliding at
my feet.
Waterless driftwood,
Dry seaweed,
boats rocking
side to side,
Fish hide behind the tide,
And wait for the sun to come out again
By Ruby Donnelly
Monday, October 18, 2010
The Beach - By Daniel
The sand shifts under me,
I stare and sit,
Past the beach, out to sea.
The faint, murmuring breeze,
Is calm and peaceful,
So unlike the wind, that blows between the trees.
So far from here,
Far from the peace of the beach.
The emerald sea makes and endless hissing,
As waves form and break on the sands of the tranquil beach.
Seaweed clings to the sand,
Cloaking the shoreline with black and gold.
Impassive pieces of driftwood,
Adorn the sandy shore.
I am alone, but not lonely,
I have the beach.
The serpents of grass,
Hiss and dance to the murmuring breeze.
The sun sends down light,
And the pale sand sends it back.
The azure sky is broken by a single, pale cloud.
The squawks of the seabirds,
Pierce the quiet air.
The breeze changes the sand dunes,
And shapes the beach.
Stormy one day and peaceful the next,
The beach is my friend.
Majestic sand dunes, made of soft, salty sand.
The beach is my friend.
Heavy, dark driftwood,
Against the pale of the shore.
The beach is my friend.
Around me,
Under me,
Keeping me safe from city and people,
An untouched paradise.
Thank you,
My friend, The Beach
I stare and sit,
Past the beach, out to sea.
The faint, murmuring breeze,
Is calm and peaceful,
So unlike the wind, that blows between the trees.
So far from here,
Far from the peace of the beach.
The emerald sea makes and endless hissing,
As waves form and break on the sands of the tranquil beach.
Seaweed clings to the sand,
Cloaking the shoreline with black and gold.
Impassive pieces of driftwood,
Adorn the sandy shore.
I am alone, but not lonely,
I have the beach.
The serpents of grass,
Hiss and dance to the murmuring breeze.
The sun sends down light,
And the pale sand sends it back.
The azure sky is broken by a single, pale cloud.
The squawks of the seabirds,
Pierce the quiet air.
The breeze changes the sand dunes,
And shapes the beach.
Stormy one day and peaceful the next,
The beach is my friend.
Majestic sand dunes, made of soft, salty sand.
The beach is my friend.
Heavy, dark driftwood,
Against the pale of the shore.
The beach is my friend.
Around me,
Under me,
Keeping me safe from city and people,
An untouched paradise.
Thank you,
My friend, The Beach
Verity's poem-The Sea Grass
Planted here
By the beach twigs over there
The whisper of the salty wind soaks into my icy skin
The storm erupts and the ocean and wind combine.
The wharf fights back
It holds steady and creeks “I’m Ready”.
I get ripped like my heart got pulled apart.
I am flying freely frightened
The storm dyes and the concrete sky disappears.
An hour later a girl arrives by my side at high tide
She picks me up and says “how funny”
as she glances to see it is now sunny
“Strange. What is a piece of sea gass doing out at sea?”
She says to me.
By the beach twigs over there
The whisper of the salty wind soaks into my icy skin
The storm erupts and the ocean and wind combine.
The wharf fights back
It holds steady and creeks “I’m Ready”.
I get ripped like my heart got pulled apart.
I am flying freely frightened
The storm dyes and the concrete sky disappears.
An hour later a girl arrives by my side at high tide
She picks me up and says “how funny”
as she glances to see it is now sunny
“Strange. What is a piece of sea gass doing out at sea?”
She says to me.
The Batch
Escaping the wind.
My feet trotter onto the hot sand,
familiar scenery.
We finally reach land!
The water swims up to my ankles,
and greets me.
I let the waves carry me.
I can never see what you see.
Why can’t you come play?
Put all your electronics away.
I see beautiful glistening sand,
While the wind is whispering secrets in my ear.
Sea breezes take you away,
Snow white sea gulls,
Hunting for there pray.
Who cares if you’ve got sandy shoes.
Maybe some tender pipi’s on the b.b.q?
or pipping hot soup made just for you!
It’s getting late lets go to bed,
and hope that we can say...
That you’ll give waimarama another day.
Escaping the wind.
My feet trotter onto the hot sand,
familiar scenery.
We finally reach land!
The water swims up to my ankles,
and greets me.
I let the waves carry me.
I can never see what you see.
Why can’t you come play?
Put all your electronics away.
I see beautiful glistening sand,
While the wind is whispering secrets in my ear.
Sea breezes take you away,
Snow white sea gulls,
Hunting for there pray.
Who cares if you’ve got sandy shoes.
Maybe some tender pipi’s on the b.b.q?
or pipping hot soup made just for you!
It’s getting late lets go to bed,
and hope that we can say...
That you’ll give waimarama another day.
The Beach
Seagulls soaring overhead,
Boats bobbing on the large rolling waves,
Children playing in the golden sand,
That is the Beach.
Sand-dunes towering over the sea,
Scratchy plants on top of the mounds that are sand-dunes,
The wind blowing the sand,
That is the Beach.
The warm sun heating the scorching sand,
The Piers reaching into the sea,
The wonderful smell of salt surrounding the beach,
That is Himatangi Beach.
By Thomas
Boats bobbing on the large rolling waves,
Children playing in the golden sand,
That is the Beach.
Sand-dunes towering over the sea,
Scratchy plants on top of the mounds that are sand-dunes,
The wind blowing the sand,
That is the Beach.
The warm sun heating the scorching sand,
The Piers reaching into the sea,
The wonderful smell of salt surrounding the beach,
That is Himatangi Beach.
By Thomas
Solitude - By Henry
Solitude...
The waves are
my only company,
Their rhythmic beat
surrounds me.
The wind whispers
it's secrets in my ears,
as I walk alone in the wind,
down the wooden pier.
The waves are
my only company,
Their rhythmic beat
surrounds me.
The wind whispers
it's secrets in my ears,
as I walk alone in the wind,
down the wooden pier.
Poem- by Kieran
Solitude
I see seagulls,,
Soaring, swooping for seafood,
In the icy iron grey sea,
And dropping their catch,
like bombs from an air ship.
Solitude.
Two islands in the distance,
Shimmer in the mist,
And I taste the salty sea air,
Cold on my tongue.
Solitude.
I hear the birds screeching,
The wind blowing across the sand,
And the waves,
Crashing against the shore.
Solitude.
I feel the smooth, slippery sand against my skin,
And the wind whipping my hair.
The waves, the birds and me.
Solitude.
Solitude
I see seagulls,,
Soaring, swooping for seafood,
In the icy iron grey sea,
And dropping their catch,
like bombs from an air ship.
Solitude.
Two islands in the distance,
Shimmer in the mist,
And I taste the salty sea air,
Cold on my tongue.
Solitude.
I hear the birds screeching,
The wind blowing across the sand,
And the waves,
Crashing against the shore.
Solitude.
I feel the smooth, slippery sand against my skin,
And the wind whipping my hair.
The waves, the birds and me.
Solitude.
The beach by Finn Janssens
I ran, silent as a statue,
That stands there day and night,
When all of a sudden, at a glance,
I see the dark blue sea,
Over the hill,
Beside the mill,
The sea shimmered and shined.
As nice as the vast night sky,
The sea was a mirror, glinting in the sun,
With waves that engulfed the soft white sand,
waiting to be seen or heard.
Fish danced in between the waves,
But the shimmering sea out-did the dancing fish with glee,
I watched and watched,
until my eyes grew heavy
and my sight grew dim.
I go back to that beach every night and every day,
To see the dark blue sea,
And in my dying moment,
Within my long last breath,
I see the ocean smiling up at me
That stands there day and night,
When all of a sudden, at a glance,
I see the dark blue sea,
Over the hill,
Beside the mill,
The sea shimmered and shined.
As nice as the vast night sky,
The sea was a mirror, glinting in the sun,
With waves that engulfed the soft white sand,
waiting to be seen or heard.
Fish danced in between the waves,
But the shimmering sea out-did the dancing fish with glee,
I watched and watched,
until my eyes grew heavy
and my sight grew dim.
I go back to that beach every night and every day,
To see the dark blue sea,
And in my dying moment,
Within my long last breath,
I see the ocean smiling up at me
Peace - By Sergio Cotogni
I lie peacefully, the bees buzzing
above me, the trees swaying,
the flowers blooming.
One catches my eye,
the center of the crowd,
so strange this flower is,
that I forget all else.
So wonderful this flower is.
A wonder to me, the lightest
purple, but the darkest blue,
the stem rising into the sky,
holding it's head up in pride.
So strange as I say.
I remember that flower 'till
this day, were
I lie peacefully.
above me, the trees swaying,
the flowers blooming.
One catches my eye,
the center of the crowd,
so strange this flower is,
that I forget all else.
So wonderful this flower is.
A wonder to me, the lightest
purple, but the darkest blue,
the stem rising into the sky,
holding it's head up in pride.
So strange as I say.
I remember that flower 'till
this day, were
I lie peacefully.
Fate - By Sergio Cotogni
My feet curl into the warm,
soft sand, as I hear the song
of the seagulls, squawking
overhead.
The sea breeze fills my mouth
which starts to water, as I try
to think of more pleasant things
apart from what I have to do.
I walk slowly towards the calm sea,
and I slip soundlessly through the ripples
to the bottom, were I shall rest,
'till tomorrow.
soft sand, as I hear the song
of the seagulls, squawking
overhead.
The sea breeze fills my mouth
which starts to water, as I try
to think of more pleasant things
apart from what I have to do.
I walk slowly towards the calm sea,
and I slip soundlessly through the ripples
to the bottom, were I shall rest,
'till tomorrow.
Calm - By Sergio Cotogni.
As I crouch on the sand,
lonely,
I wrap my arms around
my legs hopelessly,
like the tangling seaweed
around me.
The waves pounding like
the beast inside me, trying
to find his way out.
The win roaring
and the bushes raging.
But in that second, those
feelings were washed away
quickly, like the receding tide.
The waves became soft, silky
ripples, the wind to the most
gentle breeze whistling
past me, the sand dunes changed
into joyful bushes,
dancing with the wind.
All was calm.
lonely,
I wrap my arms around
my legs hopelessly,
like the tangling seaweed
around me.
The waves pounding like
the beast inside me, trying
to find his way out.
The win roaring
and the bushes raging.
But in that second, those
feelings were washed away
quickly, like the receding tide.
The waves became soft, silky
ripples, the wind to the most
gentle breeze whistling
past me, the sand dunes changed
into joyful bushes,
dancing with the wind.
All was calm.
Sea Memories By Lucy Bird
Feet sinking into the hot, soft sand
I let my carry bag drop from my hand
I sprint down to the water leaving my jandals behind me
Oh how happy I am, down here by the sea
Waves lapped at my feet like a puppy
Eyes closed, toes curling in and out, I am happy
Ears filling with the squawking of gulls overhead
The smell of salt is different, so unlike my bed
The light breeze breathes my hair across my face
The air held it airbourne with a beautiful grace
I dived into the cold blue water
But I don’t feel it
I feel I’m its daugthter
Back on land drying off in the trees
beneath the fronds so no body sees
Theses memories I will treasure
and like a floating feather
they will remind me
of my days at the sea
By Lucy Bird
I let my carry bag drop from my hand
I sprint down to the water leaving my jandals behind me
Oh how happy I am, down here by the sea
Waves lapped at my feet like a puppy
Eyes closed, toes curling in and out, I am happy
Ears filling with the squawking of gulls overhead
The smell of salt is different, so unlike my bed
The light breeze breathes my hair across my face
The air held it airbourne with a beautiful grace
I dived into the cold blue water
But I don’t feel it
I feel I’m its daugthter
Back on land drying off in the trees
beneath the fronds so no body sees
Theses memories I will treasure
and like a floating feather
they will remind me
of my days at the sea
By Lucy Bird
Windy Beach By Flossie Bleasdale
The sea, the sea calling out to you and me
Waves rush in to the sand
Only to roll out again
The sea, the sea calmness in its water
But in one fowl swoop
The calm has turned sour
The sea, the sea breeze bitter cold, fierce
Salty hard mist meet our lips
The soft sand beneath our feet
The sea, the sea it is beautiful isn’t it
Wind whipping through our hair
Our feet sinking in the shingle
The sea, the sea our ally and friend
The seascape drawing us in
In triumph, two sweethearts together
Creating Minstrels in the sand.
By Flossie Bleasdale !!!
Waves rush in to the sand
Only to roll out again
The sea, the sea calmness in its water
But in one fowl swoop
The calm has turned sour
The sea, the sea breeze bitter cold, fierce
Salty hard mist meet our lips
The soft sand beneath our feet
The sea, the sea it is beautiful isn’t it
Wind whipping through our hair
Our feet sinking in the shingle
The sea, the sea our ally and friend
The seascape drawing us in
In triumph, two sweethearts together
Creating Minstrels in the sand.
By Flossie Bleasdale !!!
Home By Grayden O'conner
Sprinting through the twigs,
I catch my foot.
Falling over,
I remember the road I took.
Hatred and decipt,
Overwhelming me with lies.
I’m sorry to say,
I’m a fugitive of my own mind.
But, this beach,
Where I stand,
I feel safe and fine,
With all I possibly can.
The waves surround me,
The sand, endless grit,
It all comes together,
Bit by tiny bit.
So to say finally,
With all the power I know,
I love this beautiful world,
I just want to go home
I catch my foot.
Falling over,
I remember the road I took.
Hatred and decipt,
Overwhelming me with lies.
I’m sorry to say,
I’m a fugitive of my own mind.
But, this beach,
Where I stand,
I feel safe and fine,
With all I possibly can.
The waves surround me,
The sand, endless grit,
It all comes together,
Bit by tiny bit.
So to say finally,
With all the power I know,
I love this beautiful world,
I just want to go home
Grayden O’Connor
Te Tatahi (The Beach) by Finnegan Fahey
I lounge in the crook of the wall,
feel the beams of encompassing warmth,
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.
The wall compassionately shelters me,
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.
Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.
The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
Wellington,
the heart of the long white cloud.
feel the beams of encompassing warmth,
they swallow me up,
into oblivion.
The wall compassionately shelters me,
from the biting breeze,
almost nurturing.
Seagulls swoop and dive on updrafts,
calling to the wind.
Gravel crunches under feet.
Waves wash old memories away.
The harbor sparkles,
a beautiful foreground to the majestic city,
Wellington,
the heart of the long white cloud.
DREAMING OF THE CARRIBEAN-Mykala
the sea shimmers
waves crash onto the sand
birds swoop
turtles swim
lying on the golden sand
soft as fur
feet burning on the hot sand
pram trees sway
blue sky
dogs leaping
kids playing
by Mykala
waves crash onto the sand
birds swoop
turtles swim
lying on the golden sand
soft as fur
feet burning on the hot sand
pram trees sway
blue sky
dogs leaping
kids playing
by Mykala
A Day At The Beach - Claudia
Hot sun,
Light breeze.
Sea gulls squawking,
Palm trees swaying.
Soft sand,
Hot rocks.
People talking,
Beach greenery.
The beach.
Dried seaweed,
Driftwood in the sea.
Sea life in the water,
Cold water,
Waves crashing,
Hot rocks.
Under the sea.
A fun day at the beach.
By Claudia
Light breeze.
Sea gulls squawking,
Palm trees swaying.
Soft sand,
Hot rocks.
People talking,
Beach greenery.
The beach.
Dried seaweed,
Driftwood in the sea.
Sea life in the water,
Cold water,
Waves crashing,
Hot rocks.
Under the sea.
A fun day at the beach.
By Claudia
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