Attalia Gooden

(8/17/1995 / Bryan, Texas)

Summer fun at the Beach


Summer fun is so grand
It's so fun too play in the sand
Summer time with family is so fun
you get to laugh and play in the sun

Running around on the beach
and for the ocean they try to reach
Summer fun is so grand
all the little kids run and play hand in hand

Get to play with a beach ball
seems like your there all day long
Making sand castles is really grand
just laughing and playing in the sand

Laughing, running, jumping, and jogging
screaming, shell collecting, beach walking and ball hogging
And all this summer fun has just begun,
I hope you read this poem when you done

Submitted: Wednesday, November 04, 2009

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  • Keith Foley (11/4/2009 11:19:00 PM)

    I could feel the sand and see the ocean. Nice work. Enjoyable read. Keith Foley (Report) Reply

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