Post by beautifulchildslove on Sept 10, 2004 15:36:08 GMT -8
A day at the beach is always nice
Beauteous mountains overlook the sea
Green, and rigid for all to see.
A faint breeze blows gently by
It almost feels as if you could fly.
The salty smell fills the air
Rest and relaxation are prominent there.
The birds fly high,
Seeming to talk to the sky.
The warm sand graces the land
An angel reaches down to touch the sand.
Meeting the gentle edge of the sea
Tickling the sand as well as me.
As I venture out deeper still,
The water around me begins to chill.
The sun glistens upon the deep blue
Shining relentlessly you can't help but see it too.
Waves grow higher farther out
As they approach some people begin to shout.
The white foam crests them here
And as it looms over us, high,
The people prepare, and with a sigh
Grab their boards and kick away
Hoping that they may
Catch that wave and ride
Their boards all the way to land,
Where then they will bide
Upon the nice, warm sand
Until they go back again.
A day at the beach is always nice.
By RF
Beauteous mountains overlook the sea
Green, and rigid for all to see.
A faint breeze blows gently by
It almost feels as if you could fly.
The salty smell fills the air
Rest and relaxation are prominent there.
The birds fly high,
Seeming to talk to the sky.
The warm sand graces the land
An angel reaches down to touch the sand.
Meeting the gentle edge of the sea
Tickling the sand as well as me.
As I venture out deeper still,
The water around me begins to chill.
The sun glistens upon the deep blue
Shining relentlessly you can't help but see it too.
Waves grow higher farther out
As they approach some people begin to shout.
The white foam crests them here
And as it looms over us, high,
The people prepare, and with a sigh
Grab their boards and kick away
Hoping that they may
Catch that wave and ride
Their boards all the way to land,
Where then they will bide
Upon the nice, warm sand
Until they go back again.
A day at the beach is always nice.
By RF
