Ripples
By Heidi W
Ripples in the rock pools,
a sparkle in the sea.
All the ocean waves,
glisten back at me.
The bottle at the bottom,
it crunches as I walk.
The squeaking seagull sits there,
and cackles as I talk.
The chip packets crinkle
and serviettes scatter the ground.
Trash chases me through the air
And no clean sand can be found.
Turtles come with fishing line,
wrapped around their limbs.
Come on guys, step it up!
It's not hard to use the bin!
Our ocean is in danger!
It needs its sparkle back!
We need to help her now,
so stop jeopardising her for a snack!