Water poem
I see schools of tiny fish swimming around the slippery rocks while the gentle waves sneak up the beach. I hear the sound of the far of waves crash around pier and the rushing sound of the close water. I smell the fresh air as I float on the calm water. I taste the salty water as I duck under the small waves. I feel the cold water getting warmer as I swim around the tiny fish.
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What a great poem Miriam - I feel myself at the beach, when reading it!
ReplyDeleteNice poem now I won't to go to the beach
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