I am a seashell: Teagan

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I am a wave

I am a wave

Waiting to be

stopped.

I dance upon

the seashells and sand.

I am like a hammer

flattening the rocks

into little pieces.

The waves are the

cymbals in the orchestra

of the ocean.

The white foam is

my teeth nibbling on the

childrens feet.

I am sometimes rough

and sometimes soft.

I like being a wave

because I get to swim

the people.

This is my poem on being a wave. We had to write a poem based on the poem I am a seashell.