Treasure Island

Amber Odom

(May 1st / Sacramento, California)

The Beach


The beach is where I want to go,
To listen to the ocean voices ebb and flow.

Lather on the sun block,
And come near the shore and take a walk.

The athletes playing beach volleyball,
And listen to the seagulls call.

The seagulls chasing after bread,
Beach-goers ducking and covering thier heads.

The ocean breeze going through my hair.
Children throwing sand everywhere.

Playing in the cerulean tide,
Watching the sun behind the horizon, so wide.

People on thier stomachs to get brown and tan,
Getting thier bronzer all over thier hands.

Getting a whiff of the salty spray,
The beach is the place to get away.

Submitted: Sunday, June 08, 2008

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