The Sea Poem by bethan linscott

Dark, cold, brownish-grey,
Angry was the sea that day.
As I walked along the promenade
It splattered me with spray.

Over the walls of the promenade it crashed,
Onto the concrete ground it splashed.
Foamy white froth-bubbles floating around
Making a splishy-splashy sound.

Heavy rain clouds way up high
Now there is rain pouring from the sky.
Together with the sound of the crashing waves
You can see that nature never behaves.

Dark, cold, brownish-grey,
Angry was the sea that day.
As I walked along the promenade
It splattered me with spray.