The Beach

I went to the beach one day.
As i jumped off the bus.
I heard crushing waves,
I felt soft dump sand creeping between my toes,

I smelt the fresh sea.
I saw seagulls flying,
Then I went climbing on the sharp rocks,
exploring and seeing shells sparkling as white as clouds,
Rocks as enormous as can be
Light foam rising to the surface of the shiney dark blue sea.
pebbles as smooth as a teddy bear.

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