The Beach

The smell of salt in the air,

And water dripping from my hair,

The feeling of sand between my toes,

In my ears the wind quietly blows,

Chocolate ice cream round my mouth,

Sun slowly setting in the south,

Tyres lying in the sea,

Children's faces light up with glee,

Sand castles with water a filled moat,

Families riding out on pedalo boats,

Parents trying to get a tan,

Teenagers sitting with electric fans,

Donkey rides down the beach,

£1.50 for two or £1 each,

Then the amounts of people slowly shrink,

Then everyone's gone in a blink,

Nothing apart from footprints remain

That is until tomorrow's 8:00 o'clock next train.