The Beach

By Amara

The sand crawls up my feet, then gives a little tickle.

The crab's claws hug my fingers tightly, too tightly, tight enough to hurt. OUCH!  The waves jump with excitement. My mom, hula dancing, swishes and sways like the wind. I lay still for a little slight second watching the kids wandering like lost sheep. The birds fly, and I sigh, “What a good day to be at the beach.” Turtles hatching, heads poking out.

The Seashells Sparkle with great joy. Whoosh whoosh, go the gulls grabbing people’s lunches.

Splash splash, go the fish leaping in and out of the water.

Sadly, the sun is gone now.

It is early night. The moon is a night light in a dark room.

Bye bye beach, bye bye sand, hope to see you again, sometime soon.