Sunday, August 8, 2010

To the beach

We are going to the beach,
There you can hear the seagulls screech,
See the dolphins squeak and jump,
See the waves come in then go back with a flump,
You will see the crabs digging in the sand,
Watch the sand trickle through your hand,
Drink yummy smoothie made from peach,
This is a very mystical land, the beach.

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful poem, Nadi!
    I love the part about the smoothie ;)