Litchfield by the Sea
Next Year
Corn rows tall and narrow
the beach whispers whispers my name
the waves singing a lovely tune
that make we want to go back each day
when i'm sleeping all i can hear
is the echo of my name
being spoken in a shell
If only the beach was near
i'll go there every day
but sadly i'll just have to
wait until next year comes round
maybe i'll be smiling or
maybe a small frown
each minute, each breath away
from the beach just knocks me
to the ground
i can't wait till i got back
and then that frown will turn to a
smile.
it shall
Poem submitted by Riana Batsie, age 14, after her family's
Litchfield beach vacation.
Rates subject to change. See interior property pics online at www.GreatBeachVacations.com 43
The Rookery
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Photo by Leslie Brown
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