Mom wrote down what I said I saw at the beach to help me figure out what to write a haiku about:
driftwood
ocean bank
thousands of little rocks
birds fluttering on the ground
clouds spectacular, marshmellows, fluffy pillows, soft bed
seagulls white and gray eating little bugs
Three dragonflys just caught my eye…four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!
A butterfly–no, a praying mantis–no a grasshopper.
Smooth rocks with pink and green dots and this one has a stripe.
Itchy is my pet bug from the bay. He probably swam in from the ocean. I wish he had a friend to play with. I want to get itchy a friend.