Tuesday, 22 October 2013

A Poem About The Beach

Poem About The Beach

The sun up high,
Floating around in the sky,
Waves layering over the top of each other,
Singing a lullaby like a soft hearted mother,
My feet sinking down in the hot sand,
The hotness in my feet is making my heart beat like a well rehearsed band,
The clouds floating like marshmallows in the sky,
Look like puffy pillows shaping a  hand to wave goodbye,

The fishes in the water are swimming with glee,
But all good times must come to an end when the school has to flee,
The sun is setting in the East,
But time to go home for a well deserved feast.

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