Sophie's Poem

The Beach

Crashing waves are like the cold sea’s fury, waiting to push surfers off their boards.
Slimy seaweed tickles my fingers, like little wriggling worms in the dirt.
Pretty sea shells scattered on the glistening beach are like shining stars resting in the night sky.
Prickly little crab pinches are as spikey as a stone fish piercing my hands as I search for more.
Little feathery clouds are like soft fluffy towels from a faraway land like Heaven.