Ocean Beat

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
May/June 2013

By Ava Persinger

I can hear waves crashing
like drums.
As they hit
the strip of sand
they leave behind a little crab.
The tiny musician
claps his claws together
with such a tiny click
that no one but I can hear it.
Every piece of wind and sand
dancing in rhythm to the salty spray
of the ocean. Shells and tiny pebbles
go clink, clink
way down at the depths of the sea.
No one
can hear it
but me.

Ocean Beat Ava Persinger

Ava Persinger, 12
Sebastopol, California

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