Fingal

Waves clash and bash against the shore line 

Slowly getting rid of the sand

The rocky headland stands out like an odd duck

Trees curl around the shore line, taking a stand

If there is a strong breeze, 

The whole beach looks like it is dancing to a band

The ocean waves continue to carve the headland 

And every colourful animal finds their home in the seas

The forest slowly crawls around the beach,

We set our eyes on a Pandanus, we call ‘Dad’s Tree’

The lighthouse sits above, telling ships to avoid the rocks

We watch it bare feet, minus any socks 

Many dogs lumber around, 

Here comes Mali, full speed, inbound

Big wave surfers out the back catch the dream rides

The unlucky ones getting smashed, while the seagull glides

Boards broken in half 

Waves continue to crash

The sunset still shines

By the shoreline