Left Behind On The Beach

Left behind on the beach:

Crabs looking at the dark, blue sea,

making holes happily in the sand,

seagulls screeching, looking for food.

Shellfish and seaweed relaxing on the sand.

Left behind on the beach:

The left over bread crumbs being devoured by birds

the waves that drift away by themselves,

The shells chattering away, the hungry seagulls searching

in every direction for food.  

The stones that clatter, noisily  smashing against the rocks on the shore.

Left behind on the beach:

A trip to the beach, the noisy kids pack their clothes

and their swimming suits, a magazine and a sunglasses for Mum and a small boat and a fishing rod for Dad.

Some sunscreen for the family so they don’t get sunburnt,

and some cold ice blocks for the kids to quickly eat.

Left behind in the beach:

The people that leave their rubbish, and their dirty towels, That they sometimes forget to pick up.  The plastic wrappers they chuck away and don’t recycle. The waves that move side to side

and the wind that blows the bright, green tree leaves.