A Summer Song
Emma F.
The tide is out, bright blue waves
A glimmer of blue in the summer haze
I lie on the beach, sand in my hair
A crab twisting, turning
Running into its lair
Picture pretty boats sat in the harbour
Children running and screaming
Bursting with laughter
The sun winking cheerfully so I try to wink back
But suddenly it’s glaring, hot on my back
A summer breeze chills the air as I close my eyes
These moments are rare