Fun

The herds of galloping white horses crash down on the beach,

Then disappear into nothingness.

Sand flies as children race across the soft ground,

Disturbing seagulls as they run to Mum,

Who offers delicious snacks. 

The children run down to the turquoise ocean,

Daring each other to dunk themselves in first.

The orange sun sets on a finally calm beach,

Everyone finally too tired to have any more fun,

Tucked into their beds,

Dreaming of more fun to come.