The Salty Sea

With bags in our hands and a hat on our heads we dash down the shore busting to get wet! 
Slapping on cream we jump in the sea swimming around as happy as be!
The wind whips our hair as we crawl on four knees searching for seashells while scratching our feet. 
The wind screams and wails and the sea spits and spins and all of our voices are whipped out to sea.
As the sun sinks lower and the sky turns pink we pack up our bags and walk up the hill.
We pack up the car and head on back home but that night in bed I dream of the sea...