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By Hayden Myer
- Published: March 2009
in Beach Poems
Analysis of Form and Technique
The sun rises higher and higher, like a blossoming flower, as the children play...
Beach, Beach, Beach
The zephyr catches my skin like a wide receiver playing football...
Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
The sun rises higher and higher, like a blossoming flower, as the children play...
Beach, Beach, Beach
The zephyr catches my skin like a wide receiver playing football...
Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
The crashing waves sound like a head-on collision...
Boom, Boom, Boom
The sand crunches under my feet like cereal in my mouth...
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
The salty water is carried with the wind...
Howl, Howl, Howl
The gulls soar higher than the clouds...
Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
The child crashes to the ground like a rock slide...
Boom, Boom, Boom
The man walks on shells that feel like needles...
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
The dog is angered by the birds...
Howl, Howl, Howl
The kite flutters like a plane...
Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
The afternoon thunder blasts like a cannon...
Boom, Boom, Boom
The child snacks on some chips that sound like glass...
Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
The night has fallen and the coyotes holler like babies...
Howl, Howl, Howl
The sun rises again higher and higher, like a blossoming flower as the children play...
Beach, Beach, Beach
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