Beach poetry

         

  I see  salty water floating through the waves                                                     

                                                  I can smell sandcastles and BBQ'S burning hot sausages and

                                                 meatballs

                                                 I hear people laughing as they rinse off

                                                 

                                                I feel wet sand crunching between my feet

                                               I taste ice cream rushing down my throat

                                               I think of a nice summer vacation.

By Tessa