Beach

As my feet touch the grainy tan sand

I smell the bitter salt in the air

The frothy, warm waves crash against the damp shore

My bucket is filled with seashells but I'm urging to collect more

A small ghost-like crab scuttles from right behind my feet

A fish is scooped up in a pelican's beak

Getting splinters from the old worn out pier

When I finally catch a fish, I let out a cheer

During the days, in the smoldering sun

A dip in the ocean is lot's of fun

But at night in  the salty breeze you can see

The waves rolling gently in the sea

The echoes of the ocean

Gently lull me to sleep

And then you know

You're at the beach