Sandy Beaches

Sprinkle, squish between my toes,
The smell of ocean to my nose.

I can feel each grain of sand,
It falls from air into my hand.

The shells I find along the shore,
Picked up by birds that fly and soar.

They sparkle like the ocean's waves,
And carry sand from all the lakes.

I walk along the tip of the sea,
That’s where my feet leave prints to be.

I walk all the way to the end of the land,
The land that holds this beautiful sand.

—Morgan Swain