21 June 2012
I think I'll finish the beach series now. Maybe I might do a few more. I don't know. What do you think?
On the beach board walk,
There are grains of sand,
And lots of loud, burbling talk,
And there are stalls, giving people things with a hand.
There is worn old wood,
And ice cream stalls,
There is a Ferris wheel- Good!
People mourn lost beach balls.
It smells of the salty sea,
And caramel apples are crunched,
Oh, I love all the beach smells, me,
All sorts of sweets are munched.
The board walk is fun,
Down by the beach.
If you liked this, try the others in my quick series of beach poems; The Sandcastle, The beach house, and all the others.
The Beach Board Walk • Opuss № I