Sea Week Poem
An eel hides behind a rough rock
Fish start to flee like a flying flock
Sea birds dive deeply
Like yellow bees in a honey hive
Trying to get fish from behind.
Driftwood drifts back to sea
Wood turns around at every degree.
Morning begins as birds fly sharply south
trying to fly into the sea mouth.
By Summer And Billie
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