The Beach

I watched the sea

breeze with ease

across the sand.

I walk the old wooden steps

where they stood

in the sand.

Through the grass,

it is quite scary,

and I am wary

how much is left,

although it is kept quite well,

I still think about it.

The wind says woosh woosh,

it's always an aim

to get there without rain

because it pelts,

I always need help

from the umbrella.

Thats why I love

to come back here.