Alana S.

The Beach

The hot summer sun beats down on my back
as my brother and I find snails and crabs.
Cuts and bruises from big beach boulders
leave vivid memories in my mind.

Eating pancakes at the cafe on the shore,
Ice cream cones and treats from the candy store.
Dinners at the lighthouse, they end each evening
leaving the scent of the beach for my dreams.

Being knocked over by huge crashing waves,
hitting coral, getting a million scrapes:
the faults and the temperature of the raging sea
never bothered me as a kid at the beach.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]


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