A poem by Dorothy Ena Cablay.
From the heat under the sun,
To the seashells at the sand,
For the heat, you’ll need a fan,
Yet to swim at the sea is fun.
Once you have experienced it,
Shore to shore, you will not regret,
For the fun as deep as pit,
And you will never have to fret.
Time to time, you would ever think
For you miss swimming at the beach
The sunny breeze, smell of sea and gold drinks
Because the feeling is as sweet as beach.
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