5 Senses of Eastbourne by Gabriella

I see the rolling hills, bushes galore, Oh how many things there are to explore, I feel the wind in my hair I taste the salt in the air, I see some old kids, on the ground they lie, I watch, as the local ferry sails on by, I hear the breeze past my ear, I taste the sand everywhere I see kids, jumping off sides of the raft, People at the markets selling their craft, I feel seaweed, under my foot This is the town I will stay put