my ocean home
By Ella B
When the summer days start to begin,
The ocean waves comes in,
Swimming, snorkelling, surfing,
The smell of the sea gushes through my nose like the sand in the waves,
The ocean is the place I call home.
The soft breeze brushes against my skin as I run through the summer wind,
The flowing smell of cinnamon scrolls in the air,
Warming my heart every second,
People at the beach swimming up to shore,
Whilst I drive down to explore,
The sound of small children laughing more
Whilst I drive down to explore
I love my ocean home
It is my safe place when the summer days hit
They are lit
I love my ocean home