To swim in the ocean
I really did like
I used to live close
I'd ride my bike
The water’s refreshing
The waves are rough
I’d rest on the sand
When I had enough
Gathering seashells
Large and small
I'd bring them home
And paint them all
Back to the ocean
I had to go in
For one final swim
Soon school would begin
By, Randee Saber 6/30/06
