Analysis of beach

Hear the waves crashing against the shore, whistling winds blowing more and more, hot summer sun shining on me, so hurry up so I can play with something crumbly, buckets and Spade's castles to is all I really want to do, swimming building some of the time, playing with family is like a  rhyme, summer playing school is out now we can Scream and Shout, at dusk, it is time to quiet down, sleeping and snoring are the only sounds!