This is something I wrote as a junior in high school. It was during a weekend trip with my parents to the beach before wrapping up the school year. (And I have no idea what “western heat” is supposed to mean. Did I mention I wrote this in high school?)
Rhythmic salty crash.
Feet become human shovels —
Disappearing beneath brackish depths.
Foamy bubbles spread; stretch; wash away.
Rising western heat.
Cascading hurdles fall
And eat ankles.
Red, white, yellow and blue spheres bowl
Until crashed into waves
Of foamy greatness.
Soothing murmurs announce their presence
As they swallow the ruins of castles
And wash out remains of existence.