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| copyright 2015, Joy Acey |
Seagulls call to me,
come to the shore,
come to the shore,
come to the shore.
And so I walk on the beach,
feel the sand sift through my toes
the sea salt in my hair.
I look for sea shells
and perfect, complete sand dollars.
I call to you,
come along,
come along,
come along, too.
Do you like going to the beach? What do you do? What do you see? Have you ever flown a kite on the beach? For your poetry challenge today, can you write your own poem about the beach? Have fun writing.
I enjoy being me in all kinds of weather.
