Seaside

Seaside

Molly Moore, Writer

The waves

Whisper

To me as

They hit my

Feet

 

The sand

Is white and hot

When a bare foot is

On solid ground

 

Seagulls scream

As children throw

Handfuls

Of goldfish

High in the air

 

Families come

Together

Nothing but

Laughter

For miles on end

 

Only memories

And happiness

When families

Are reunited with

The salty air

Surrounding them

 

The seaside is

A sanctuary

A getaway

A second home