Feel: I can feel the sharp rocks finding their way into my sandals, stabbing at my feet. I can feel the warm breeze on m skin, making me blush. I can feel palm leaves falling from the trees and hitting my shoulders
Smell: I can smell the strong scent of sunscreen and salty air by the water. The sunscreen smells strongly of bananas and chemicals. I smell the Maui Chips bag in the cooler that I can't wait to eat.
Taste: I can taste the distinct flavor of guava, passion fruit and orange from my favorite drink only sold in Hawaii, POG, that is refreshing after swimming in the ocean for hours. I can also taste the bitterness of the spray able sunscreen that hit my lips.
Hear: I can hear the seagulls and little sand pipers who occupy Baby Beach. I can hear my family talking loudly, my sister yelling at my dad for making a cheesy joke. I can hear the soft crash of the small waves onto the sandy beach. As I walk back to the car, I can hear the crunch of gravel under my flip-flops.
See: I can see a graveyard on the side of the beach, old wooden crosses and vibrant fresh flowers. I can see the bright blue sky melting into the turquoise ocean.
Baby Beach's Graveyard
skies shone bright
white light
blue delight
at baby beach
skin as burnt as a peach
seagulls in the distant screech
sunscreen on my lips
sand on my fingertips
salty wind around me whips
to the right is dark
I straggle off the walk
hidden in the grief and graves
bright colors in the flowers rave
a better look I crave
death is replaced with bright
flowers provide some light
no longer there is fright
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