Our Day At the Beach
We lie on the beach
With our toes in the sand
Lying on our backs hand in hand.
You run to deep, blue water
So brave, so happy
You don’t realize that the waves are a bit to choppy.
The sun begins to get hot
The air is windy
The clouds are as white as a marshmallow
The planes fly through the air without a care.
The children laugh and play and say hurray.
It must be your happiest day.
We start to built a sandcastle
Not realizing they are such a hassle.
But you say “Mommy we can get through it”.
It starts to get late, so we make a debate
Should we stay or should we leave
The sun is going down, the sky is getting dark
So we pack up our things and start to head back.
Copyright © Annamarie Traina | Year Posted 2009
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