The Beach

by Beth Hick aged 11

People flock to the coast,
It’s the place they love the most.
As the sand runs through my toes,
The smell of salt hits my nose.
As I see the crashing waves with my eyes,
I can hear the sound of the birds cries.
People flock to the coast,
It’s the place they love the most.

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