Usual Enough Poem

The beach was usual enough: it had white sand, a dairy, a school, very big waves and it even had a nice hotel which I didn't stay in. My brother and I walked down to the beach to surf just being normal kids: Awake in the warm water, getting pitted in the surfboards,

so much fun. Duck diving through the waves, getting dumped on the sandbank and coming in sore and hungry from the gnarly waves out in the ocean

-Doing nothing important.
By Gus