Our Place

All cooped up at home,
Stuck with the computer,
With no friends, or school.
What will I do,
I think to myself.

We rode down the hill,
Ahead lay the rest of it,
The sand, the river, the oysters too.
Good things, and bad things,
Fun, and cuts,
It was all worth it in the end.

We got to the bottom,
Slid off our shoes,
Popped on the reef ones and waded in.
Round the corner,
and under the tree,
ready to have fun and glee.
We got out our spades,
and started to dig,
preparing our bucket for a mystery creation.