I love to go for walks
on the beach
The sand feels soft and cool
under my feet.
The waves beat out a rhythm
all their own as they move in
or ebb and flow tirelessly.
Seagulls and sandpipers
claim the beach as their home
and find a place to stand as
the sea recedes back and forth.
Pelicans dive and fly away effortlessly
after catching a fish
in the water.

One day I went to the beach
after a storm and found a piece of seaweed
that was too long and had a bulb that was
one yard wide. There were also
pieces of beach glass - a glass ground
down with smooth edges
and pieces of driftwood and
millions of stones and shells
waiting to be picked up.
Driftwood is pieces of wood
that are carried to shore by waves.