Student 1:
The crashing waves
The sandy beach
The things I crave
Are at my feet
There's nowhere else I'd rather be
Not castle, nor creek
Nor mountain high
Nor flying in the vast, blue sky
The beach is my home
With salt in my hair and sand at my feet
I watch waves covered with foam
It sets my soul free
Here, I will always stay young
With the air's salty taste on my tongue
Dancing waves put me in a daze
And the world flies around me twirling, twirling
Lying on the beach, nothing can beat
This feeling I have
It makes my heart flutter
For this feeling, there is no other.
Student 2's Introduction:
I watched as the waves crashed against the shore. I saw the salty foam creep up and down the shoreline as I made my way to the water. As the salthy froth touched my feet, I turned back and set my things down. Taking a running start, I rammed an oncoming wave and felt the shocking cold creep from my head to my toes. I stayed submerged for a moment trying to adapt to teh temperature, but I found myself needing to breathe. I rocketed toward the foamy surface. As I broke through the still water, I felt something hit me on my side. Terrorized, all I could think was "SHARK"! ...

