THE COAST
by Emmaline Gibson
Lighthouses and seashells,
Along a salty coast.
A whisper of wind,
Carries kites to fly with birds.
Surfers ride the waves,
Like a kid with a new bike.
While castles built for kings,
Wait for high tide.
Along the endless shoreline,
We will watch the boats.
Someday we will live along our friend,
The coast.
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