Summer Holiday Place

I hear people thudding down, like a herd of elephants, down the board walk.

The sun peering over tall trees in the evening.

Crash, Splosh waves crashing down onto the smooth sand.

Particles of eroded rocks and shells.

Pulling back with the tight waves.

To get ready for another round.

The chilly breeze coming of the water.

From the ocean out there.

Sand between toes.

I head out on my board, taking one step at a time.

Spotting a wave to catch.

Hanging off the end of my board.

The wave crashes pushing me forward.

I feel salt in my eyes, making them sting.

Pushing me in further and further.

I stand up pulling my board into the water to head in.

Goose bumps on my arms as summer ends.

The cool breeze from the day ending, becoming colder.

Warm smooth sand, sticking on my feet as I walk.

Circle beach towel wrapped around me.

Heading back up the board walk.

Back I go, until next summer.

The beach is where I feel home.

Written By Megan Coventry.