The poem describes the magical experiences children have at the beach, including swimming, building castles in the sand, exploring tide pools, and pretending adventures like sailing to undiscovered islands. Throughout the day and into the night, the beach provides endless imaginative play and exploration for the children as they enjoy the natural wonders along the shore.

3. At our beach,
at our magic beach,
we swim in the sparkling
sea,
surfing and splashing
and jumping the waves,
shrieking and laughing

4. Wild white horses are thundering past,
racing to get to the land,
plunging and prancing and tossing their
heads,
then fading away on the sand.

5. At our beach,
at our magic beach,
we play in the sand for hours,
digging and building,
with buckets and spades,
invincible castles and towers.

6. The king and the queen are
trapped in the moat,
a dragon is spitting out flames.
Princess Belinda is charging the
beast
to rescue little Prince James.

7. At our beach,
at our magic beach,
we search in the clear, warm
pools,
peering at starfish,
limpets and crabs,
and tiny fish darting in schools.

8. Into the Kingdom of Fishes we go,
riding on sea-dragons’ tails.
Angelfish ferry a cargo of pearls
past creeping convoys of snails.

9. At our beach,
at our magic beach,
we walk when it’s cloudy and grey,
looking for driftwood,
feathers and shells
washed up on the edge of the bay.

10. A leather-boundchestwith buckles ofbrass
lies tossed on the sand by the tide.
As wepushback the lid we are dazzled by light
from theglittering treasureinside.

11. At our beach,
at ourmagic beach,
we rockin the tangerine boat,
paddling out tothe end of theline
thendrifting back to the float.

12. Thewind fills our sails as we follow the sun,
and the look-out’s eyes are keen.
We’ll navigate over the edge ofthe world
to islands whereno-onehas been.

13. At our beach,
at ourmagic beach,
we laze on the jetty and wait,
watching the watery shadows below
for something tonibble the bait.

14. A monstroussharkhas taken the hook,
it’s struggling hardto break free,
thrashingand crashingand fighting the line
as we drag it in from the sea.

15. At our beach,
at ourmagic beach,
we bask in the glow ofthe fire.
Themoon makes a silvery path
on thesea,
and the waves cometo shore
with a sigh.

16. A beacon is signalling up on thecliff,
an answerblinks back fromthe bay.
Smugglers arehauling in crate-loads ofrum,
thensilently stealing away.

17. At our beach,
at ourmagic beach,
the old bed is cosyand wide.
To thesoundsofthe ocean
we sleep throughthe night…..

18. …..adrift on theevening tide.