Cowboy Zebra

The rest of this week we've made wave makers in bottles (one with colored water and oil and one with colored corn syrup and oil), experimented with waves in the horse trough, read lots of books about oceans, and worked on a poem. Here is Ian's poem which is a result of me asking him to describe sights, sounds, smells, etc.

Things on the Beach
By Ian Bailey

I hear waves. I hear the motors of boats. I hear seagulls.

I see a seal. I see sand. I see crabs. I see sticks on the beach. I see an eel fish. I see shells.

I smell the seawater.

I feel how the shells hurt my feet. The water feels very cold.

I like to fly kites there. I like to skip rocks. I hunt for clams. I like to look for shells and crabs under rocks.

The crabs walk sideways and they try to pinch me when I pick them up. The birds fly around and catch fish. The fish swim with their fins.

The tides go in and out. The gravity by the moon pulls the water.

I wish I could stay all day.