A strong breeze with a salty scent.
The bright sun that warms the soft sand.
Shells scattered everywhere like sprinkles on a cake.
A calm soothing sound that comes from the waves.
Laying on a towel as the sun touches your skin.
Wondering when the sunset will begin.

Running,
The one thing I hate doing,
But it is something I can't live without.
The one thing that makes my legs ache,
But leaves me with a smile on my face.
The one thing that fills my stomach with nerves,
But at the same time fills me with joy.
The one thing that I can't eat before,
But I can eat until I burst after.

These sonnets,
I read,
Make no scence,
But neither does this class.
English has never been easy,
But it has also never been hard,
And since we have a test,
Coming up I am nervous.
I hope I do not fail,
Like I did so many times last tri,
I hope I get an A,
And I don't have to stress.
English is not easy,
And it makes me kind of queasy.

Dear English,
Oh how I dread you.
With all the essays I write,
I just hate you more.
With all the bad grades I recive,
I wish you would just go away,
Then maybe I'd recive an a.

Happiness is a bright blue ocean,
With waves falling on the sand.
Happiness is warm summer nights,
With fireflies lighting up the dark sky.
Happiness is ice cream,
With the creamy taste tickling you taste buds.

A strong breeze and a salty scent
A bright sun that warms the soft sand
Shells scattered everywhere like sprinkles on a cake
Waves producing a calm soothing sound
The light sand that creeps between your toes
Laying on a fluffy towel as the sun touches your skin
A place that people dread leaving

I wandered outside
With the bright sun and a breeze
And fluffy clouds