The Beach

The sea,

Is a huge pit of sea water,

Full of salt, and litter.

I wade into it,

As if it were a pool,

A huge pool,

Instead of the dirty mess it really is.

The stabs of pain in my feet,

I ignore.

All that matters is the wonderful, cool feel

Of the sea water rushing up against my legs.

I sit down,

And as I do, a huge wave comes crashing over me.

I hold my breath,

And soon the water has gone back

Out to the unreachable pool,

Where the continental shelf,

Tips into the abyssal plain.

Suddenly I realize,

This was no ordinary wave.

My leg has been scratched up,

And burned by the hard shells in the sand.

Another wave flows in,

I run to the safe shore,

Where my father and mother lay in the hot sun.

I show them my bruised up leg.

They just say I will be fine,

And to go play.

I feel scared though.

My leg feels swollen, and hurt.

I decide to sit in the sand,

For just a couple minutes, and warm up in the sun.

After a while, I feel hot,

So I go back in the water,

But I feel scared,

Because I could drown,

Like that ten year old boy,

Who is still being searched for.

Well, I guess I shouldn’t worry so much,

Because I want to have fun!

After all, someday I will die,

So it’s now or never!