The Beach, by Amy Lynne Ryan, Ohio, Age 15
The crisp warm sun
heating your skin,
The salty sea air
blowing across your face.....

To stick your feet
into the warm dry sand,
To hear the waves
Crashing against the shore.

To see beautiful white seagulls
flying over head,
While seashells wash up
along the shore.

To put your hand in
The lukewarm water,
And to see a
dolphin swimming by.

To have that unstressful
and perfectly calm life,
To have a loved one there
to share it with.



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