Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Rabbit Island

I can see the sea with the small waves rolling on to the sand
slowly creeping higher up the beach.
I can hear the noise of people patting down the sand while their sculptures
are moulding into shape.
I feel the wet sand underneath my feet while I run towards the water.
I can taste some of the salty water in my mouth while i'm spitting it out.
The trip to the beach was inspiring.
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1 comment:

  1. Cool poem, Esther! I love the photo that goes with it. Did you take the photo?