Beach Poem

Foam tipped waves crash down

Onto the white grains of sand.

Turquoise ribbons slither from the sand

Back to the wide ocean.

Feet race across the sand

As people race to the sea.

People grab their surfboards

Racing into the waves.

They topple off laughing,

And scramble onto their boards again.

Children play in the sand,

Building large sandcastles and other things.

Seagulls ride the wind

Looking around for food.

Some dive down, snatching chips from little babies.

Soon it’s time to leave the beach,

And everyone goes home exhausted but happy,

To wash sand out of their hair and clothes.