A rock might not fall to the ground.
With a splash it joins the waves.
My arm is tired from the throwing.
I startle a bird who cries in surprise.
It flies away and out to sea.
The pebbles on the ground have become a pile.
My experiment is over and I begin the cleanup.
I’ve tried to get rocks from the sea.
They are deep and I cannot reach them.
I’ve been able to analyze my results now.
I see that a day at the beach is a lot of work.
I also found that the night follows a beautiful sunset.
W. Wayne B.
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