Beach Poem by gnrao rao

Beach is where I go on Sundays
And holidays.
Dad, mom and myself,
We go in our car,
Parking the car
at a distance,
We walk on the sand.
It is nice to walk on the
Sand with bare feet.
A lot of people
Gather there like us.
Marina is the name
Of the beach.
Cool and pleasant is the
Gentle breeze,
Coming over the sea.
Reaching the water,
Standing there in the
Sea-water,
when the waves touch us
and go,
We feel that that
something is going under
our feet.
Nice feeling it is.
playing football,
building castles,
picking the shells
And conch,
Going for a ride
In the merry-go-round,
Horse riding.
Having ice-cream,
savouries and snacks,
is a delightful
experience.
We see some boats,
Catamarans,
crabs a few,
Moving fast,
shells of different kinds.
Parrot beak mango slices,
with chilly powder and
salt, we like very much.
Puffed rice, ground nuts,
with onions and salt
and pepper another
Dish if you eat,
you will never forget.
Cool drinks too
esp.sweet lemon juice
You will relish,