A Day At A Beach In The Bahamas

When thinking about getting away to some serene paradise to help forget about work or school obligations most people instantly think of the beach. Whether it be the west or east coast the beach is a universal symbol of peace and serenity, plus a little bit of fun. But this bliss has a whole different meaning to me. This is where I grew up and how I found myself. The west coast of Florida is the first time I felt the sand in my toes and the salt water on my face. These memories inspired me to give back to the ocean and its inhabitants and follow my dreams of becoming a marine biologist.

“The Beach is written in the style of a free verse poem consisting of two stanzas, the first one having nineteen lines and the second having twelve. The lines vary significantly in length and feature a large amount of enjambment which stretches over fur lines in some cases. The mood and atmosphere of the poem is extremely relaxed and promotes the reader to feel nostalgic about the last time they themselves visited the beach.

Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.

You look around and all you see is mother nature's finest. The beach is where people go to have fun and that’s why I go to this one special beach, because you get a little of everything there. You get wild life, the ocean, and pure silence. The only thing you can hear is the ocean waves crashing onto the beach, reminds me of Niagara falls. Its breathtaking. And everything is clean. No trash laying around at all. Nothing.

As the wind brushed the back of my dress, I turned around to overlook the waves of golden ocean, pouring into the small town I called home. But, my eyes became fixed on the sun. It was so wonderful, so beautiful as it rose out of its slumber in the mountains. I always felt the sun’s warmth on my cloudy white dress, and I loved how it always felt like my father’s hugs.

After traveling for 3-hours, my family arrived at our beach house in Ocean City Maryland. After making a quick trip for groceries, we decided to go to bed and set alarm clocks for early in the morning. After a good nights sleep, I woke up to the pleasant smell of bacon and eggs. After feasting on a delightful breakfast, my brothers and I began to get ready for the beach. We went down the creaky wooden stairs of our beach house and unlocked the storage room located beneath the home. I decided to carry both of the floral umbrellas while my brothers took the portable beach chairs. After grabbing all of our gear, we headed back up the weathered stairs and towards the distant sand dunes. As we approached the entrance of the sand dunes, the satisfying sounds of the ocean's waves started to become closer and closer. Once we traveled closer, the vivid orange sun began to ascend from the deep sea. At this early point in the morning, the sand walkway enclosed by

The Bahamas is known for its amazing beaches. With over 2,000 islands and cays, and the clearest water in the world, it’s no wonder visitors go there from all around to sink their toes into miles of pure white, and in some places pink, sand—the very definition of paradise. An interest

The fresh salt smell from the ocean diffuses through the pure thick tropic air. When walking away from the beach you enter an almost mirage sort of eden, Natural Rainforest covers from where the sand meets the soil to far out into the country with every shade of green glowing. The emerald green trees sway calmly from side to side, Soon the sand turns into low laying grass, That tickles between your toes.Huddling into the exuberant verdure the beautiful waterfalls inland are like a sight of the bliss, watching them for hours would not be enough to satiate your desire to feast your eyes on that beauty of incredible merging of colours into a pool of cool crystal clear water. Nature finds a perfect way to collaborate with the buildings that look frozen in time with white and cyan coloured houses on each street, some with a slick of fresh paint and others worn down by time with chips of pain peeling of around the edges, each house with a white picket fence like out of an old film. Night brings a whole new sensory experience, as the tide comes in people leave the beaches and head to the main

The beach in Wildwood is nothing short of paradise. Placed among a bright blue sky with wispy white clouds, the sun lights up and warms everything. Seagulls soar in the air, cawing every so often. Light winds carry the scent of saltwater, earth, and sunscreen. Silty, off-white sand stretches on for miles in either direction, dotted by people. Tanners lie on bright beach towels. Children run, laugh, build sandcastles, and dig moats along the shore. Families and friends gather under multicolored umbrellas on folding chairs. Conversations mix with the sound of the ocean. The cool water creates an endless blue pool, speckled with people. White tips among the sea mark the crest of waves. They curl over and crash onto the shore, sounding like a million

Last summer I went on a cruise The Bahamas with my family. This trip was very special to me because it helped me to come out of my shell a bit. While on the boat I experienced all sorts of new things. I would not have had a good trip if I had not been adventurous. It was important for me to be adventurous because it led to many new experiences.

The beach has a variation of beautiful sounds and in this poem there are so many sounds that you have probably never realized that come from the beach. Well Amy Victorian's poem "Beach Orchestra" has many examples of the sounds on a beach and figurative language. The beach has many different meanings to it than just it's pretty or fun. Just listen at all the sounds the beach has. Listen to the surroudings and nature the beach brings to the world.

Narrator: “Santa is on vacation in the Bahamas when the Easter Bunny shows up and halts his trip,” said the narrator.

From the moment you first arrive, to the time you leave, you’ll be impressed by this home’s stunning tropical surroundings. Situated mere steps from the breathtaking beach, this tranquil house offers utmost peace and quiet. The meticulously manicured grounds, which features a variety of gorgeous trees and plants, creates the optimal atmosphere for relaxation. You and your companions will instantly fall in love with the home’s incredible exterior, boasting gorgeous bricks and an expansive private patio. During downtime, lounge by the glistening pool and read that intriguing book you’ve been meaning to catch up on. Take a refreshing nap in the cozy hammock, where the soothing sound of waves

I’ve never really been too fond of the beach in thought, however, when actually there, and experiencing it with my friends, it’s an entirely different story. It was an unexpected call from my one friend Jarec who told me something along the lines of, “Me and Jandro are going to the beach this weekend wanna come?”, to which I replied with a rather uninterested, “yes”, little did I know however, that going to the beach with my friends was going to be a riptide of fun and adventure.

Once upon a time there was a family of five named the Parks. The Parks family included three children and their two parents who lived in Elkhorn, California. There were two girls and one boy out of the children. Their names were Emma, Naomi, and Lucas. Emma is fifteen years old, Naomi is four years old, and Lucas is thirteen years old. They were all planning to take a trip to Panama City Beach, Florida for their summer vacation. They wanted to go and explore the unique restaurants, surf shops, high cliffs, and the beautiful nature there that they did not have in California. Everyone was thrilled to soak up some sun on the beach and explore the beautiful region although, Lucas had the California State Surfing Conference on his mind.