Coney Island

I smell the fresh air of the salty water from the beach
Beach, sand, waves,
Purple crabs in the sand
Beach is done, time for fun.

Ice-cream, boardwalk, cotton candy
French fries, hot dog stands.

Shooting water in the clown’s mouths
Whack a mole, prizes
Starting to role up the rollercoaster
Getting the tickly-feeling in my tummy
Cool off on the Water log ride
Getting lifted in the air by the Cyclone
Sitting in the Wonder Wheel at night
With the lights on.

Did you guess I was at Coney Island?