H.+Extended+Metaphor+Poem

 The Beach.

Dawn's first light breaks over the horizon.

The water is as blue as the sky.

People are lying on their towels, soaking up the sun's rays as it beats down on their skin.

Sand as warm as apple pie straight from the oven squishes between my toes.

Crabs as mean as the devil scatter like cockroaches as a wayward volleyball lands amongst their sandy caverns.

Shells so sharp, they can cut your feet like glass tumble at the water's edge.

__Waves crashing on the shore, stirring up the sand with every break, show Neptune's wrath.__

Children splashing around in the cold wetness of the ocean caw like gulls.

The breeze pushes the mist off the water and cools the air.

The sea foam on the sand looks like snow, in the middle of summer.