Seaside Poem

Seaside Days

Strolling up the seaside path,

Searching for a curly shell,

Running o’er to take a bath,

Splashing through a salty swell.

Laughing oh so merrily,

Standing on a sandy dune,

Dancing ‘round with joyful glee,

Noting that the night comes soon.

Watching heaven turn to gold,

Feeling breezes cool my skin,

Knowing that the day is old,

Leaving with that gold within.

By Abigail Bowman