Tia, 10I walk down the stoney beach with a stick in my hand,
My bare feet crunch in the stoney sand.
Kelp chases the teasing birds far far ahead,
While all the hungry fat seagull feld.
The crickets chirp turning into a mini band.
The waves slide in and out to sea,
The sky is blue and bright for as far as I can see.
Two motorbikes zoom past blue and red,
People buried where you only see their head!
There's no place I’d rather be. =)