My Favourite Place

The familiar sound can be heard from afar,

Dark waves crashing onto the sandbar.

Warm, summer sand surrounding your feet,

The feeling is seriously hard to beat.

Seeking refreshment or hiding from thunder,

Holding your nose and going under.

Sandy feet and salty hair, 

There is nothing that can compare.

Seeking peace and personal space.

Nothing can change my favourite place. 

Dry towel that keeps you warm,

It could even protect you from a storm.

Running home and finding shelter, 

Getting in a jumper and becoming warm,

Finally safe from the dangerous storm.