Beach House

Everything is calm and bright,

But yet it causes me a fright.

Waves crashing against the shore,

Who knows what roams the ocean floor?

And yet here I’ve been since dawn,

Now the setting skies are beginning to make me yawn.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
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