Down by the bay by Lara

Down by the bay

Down by the bay,

Where the watermelons grow,

Back to my home,

I dare not go.

For if I do,

My mother will say,

Did you ever see a lion sobbing and crying?

Down by the bay.

Summer

Summer

Summer smells like the salty waves splashing onto the sand. I can smell sunblock stench rubbing off.

Summer sounds like kids playing in the hot sun. I can hear the sea foaming onto the sand.

Summer tastes like ice cream melting in my cone. I can taste an ice block melting in my mouth.

Summer looks like sandcastles washing away. I can see seagulls so high it sky with the blinding sun. I can see kids playing with a beach ball.

By Lara