At the Beach: A sense Poem

At the beach 

When I go down to the beach 

I can see the yellow shining sun. 

I can hear the pretty shells whistling. 

I can taste the cold ice-cream. 

I can feel the golden, soft sand between my toes. 

I can smell the good food. 

By Anica Ventura

At The Beach

When I go to the beach

I can see beautiful and sparkly shells on the hot burning sand.

I can hear seagulls squawking loudly  and waves crashing hard on the rocks.

I can taste the salty water on my lips.

I can feel the fresh water in my hand.

I can smell hot sausages on the

Barbecue cooking.

By Zara Ngata