The Beach

Elaine Horne

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I see the beach with all her beauty

I hear the birds soaring in the sky

I feel the sand as I twinkle my toes

I feel the cold trustling breeze running through my hair

I feel the rhythm of the ocean against the rocks

I see the boardwalk filled with smiles and toy machines

I hear the waves whispering my name

I feel seashells crushing beneath my feet

I feel the soft bed of the water

I can taste the salty air and feel the fish against my feet

I see the beach with all her beauty