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Monday, July 23, 2018

The Beach Poem

The Beach

The glistening waves spill upon the shore
On the golden sand.
Little figures ride the waves
As they topple off the boards.

The children making sandcastles
While the babies run them over

The seagulls looking for a meal
Dive right at me
I feed them some hot chips
That was a bad idea
More and more come,
I started a war.

I dive into the ocean
Sand all through my hair,
My eyes start to burn
And I quickly jump out.

My car wont start
I can't leave,
The seagulls swarm around me
Oh god help me please.