Sand warm with sun
Small and conforming
Millions of grains
Acting as pebbles
Under your feet
Finding open area
To lay a blanket
Or towel
Holding picnic supplies
For the day is young
And yourself
For naps
Only occur
When friends aren’t saying
Let’s jump in
But wait
Not too far
The life guards bellow
From a mega phone
The water may be temping
Even up beyond your ears
So once you get goosebumps
Out you step
Drenched and
Collecting every piece of sand
On the walk
To warm your body
Just as you did before
Only this time
You are finally able
To read that book
Everyone must read
Returning from the beach
Requires only one thing
Knowing when
I ever get to go
To the beach again
-Jennie Nawrocki