Humid summer nights my dreams I will chase
Cold California Water hits my feet
At the bay the beach is just down the street
Loud sound of waves crashing my ears
Sea shells in my hand, I collect souvenirs
Hand in hand the beach is the place I Love
Thinking of you, pretty like a white dove
All the little surf shops, close to the Bay
You're pretty smile, bright like a Sun Ray
When I'm at the beach, I'm in the west coast
I'm the girl for you, I love you the most
The beach is the place I love, just like you
You're the girl for me, do you love me too
--Noel M., 9th-12th Grade