A/N: So this is a poem about a town called Avalon in New Jersey. My family ad I go there every summer, to me it's sorta a second home.

Avalon

I can smell the ocean,
Salty and free.
I can feel the sand,
Warm and smooth.
I can hear the gulls,
With pitiful cries.
I can see the magnificent waves,
Crashing so.
I can almost taste the crab dinner,
Waiting at home.
Yes, yes,
This is Avalon,
Where the dunes are tall.

A/N: Sigh I miss Avalon, but we might not get to go there this summer.