The beach
By Scout F
Salt filled sand beneath your feet
Smooth shells laying inside
Crashing, crackling, crumbling, as you stroll among the land
Walking towards the beach
Drifting off dozily in the day
As wonderful scents seem to waft your way
The wind whistling quietly
Ever so silently,
Even amongst the birds
I can still hear your every word
Among the surf, where my memories lay
Hanging with friends, even on the darkest of day
In the sand where we would play
Though, never would we play in the bay
Because the beach was where my memories were made