At the Beach

Sand blows

everywhere

on the windiest day ever!

Waves crash and splash

over mussel-covered rocks,

rolling to the shore.

Searching for shells,

I find them caked

in a layer of sand

I hate the taste of it

blown onto my food.

I feel golden grains

falling

through my wet fingers.

I love the salty smell

that tickles my nose

every summer

at the beach.

by Ruby J

age 7, year 4