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"Sometimes the Beach…" by Scott C. Johnson
Narrated by Gary Frank
Morning Beach
Sometimes, the beach… is quiet.
The morning sky brightens slowly from the east.
The air is cool, and smells fresh and salty.
Only the sounds of flying birds and the ocean tide can be heard.
Pigeons line the sandy walkways looking for food.
Tiny seashells rest in the cool beach sand.
Soon the sun will rise, bringing light to the leafy palm trees.
Mom gives us oatmeal and apple slices for breakfast.
I put on my cap and get ready to play.
Sunny Beach
Sometimes the beach is sunny!
Soft clouds glide through the bright blue sky.
The ocean sparkles in the sun.
Whoosh!
Light waves splash against the seashore, washing the sand to and fro.
Dry sand is warm and cozy;
Wet sand squishes between my toes!
Palm trees shade us from the sun,
And sometimes a gentle breeze brushes against my face.
Mom helps me put on my swimming gear and sun block
So I can play in the ocean...
Barefoot!
It’s lunchtime now. The smell of hotdogs fills my nose with delight.
Yum!
Jingles from the ice cream truck play lightly down the road.
I get a cone with sprinkles.
It’s a beautiful day at the ocean. Everyone is out having fun.
My fingers are sticky from melted ice cream.
I lick them off one-by-one.
Cloudy Beach
Sometimes, the beach is cloudy.
The taste of salt fills the cool misty air.
The bright sun hides in the thick white clouds
And sometimes it peeks out for a while.
Ocean waves crash up against the rocks.
Splash!
Dry sand is cool now,
Wet sand is cold!
A soft wind rustles the palm tree leaves.
Seagulls glide gracefully through the air.
My shadow is faded and hard to find.
"No swimming this time", says Mom,
"We'll walk the pier today."
Skateboarders ride along the rails.
Tight wet suits cover the legs and arms of surfers below.
Mom says she’ll buy me a boogie board one day,
When I’m old enough.
I toss breadcrumbs to the seagulls.
They swoop down and gobble them up!
Stormy Beach
Sometimes the beach is stormy!
Dark grey clouds cover the sky.
The Crack! Crack! Crack! of thunder
Rumbles in the distance.
Palm trees bend in the rushing wind
And raindrops fall from above.
Waves crash hard against the seashore shooting mist into the air.
All the sand is wet now.
A news man leans in the blowing wind
And reports on the weather.
Seaweed washes up on the beach.
Sometimes lightning flashes!
Mom says the storm helps the plants to grow.
It also cleans the air so it is cool and fresh.
I look out the window and watch the rain pour.
We will have to wait until the storm ends
To play at the beach again.
Sunset Beach
Sometimes the beach is dreamy.
The dark blue sky is filled with color:
Orange, pink, red, yellow, and purple.
The sun sinks slowly in the west.
Long shadows fall from the leafy palm trees.
My shadow is taller than me!
A few boats sail distant on the ocean.
The tide is coming in. Everything seems to slow down now,
Like a dream.
Mom paints the sunset as I run along the seashore.
I toss a beach ball far into the ocean.
“Yah!”
And the waves push it right back to me.
I am playing catch with the sea!
Moonlit Beach
Sometimes the beach is starry.
The bright white moon hangs high above the ocean.
Tiny stars gleam like glitter above the dark palm trees.
Crickets Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
Moonlight dances on the distant waves and the ocean flows in rhythm.
Cool air and a crisp breeze keeps us bundled in our jackets.
I pull my cap down too.
Bright lights shine from the amphitheater, where a band is playing in concert.
Mom brings us blankets and hot cocoa to keep us warm.
We snuggle close, and enjoy the tunes of the night.
I love my times at the beach.
I want to stay all the time.
But now Mom says we must go home and wave the beach goodbye.
Sometimes...
The palm trees wave back.