The beach

Howitzer feel at the beach


1. I do not have chapters this is a poem

The golden sand beneath me burns my feet
The aqua blue sea stares out at me
The cold vanilla ice cream in my hand starts to melt
My younger brother stands next to me staring out into the distance an d my mum and dad lay on towels some where up the beach
When I'm at the beach I feel more free
Happy and excited to be away from home and out in the fresh air
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