Little Inklings 2025

SUNSET BY THE BEACH By Amelia Gonzales ’29 The sun dips low, the sky turns red, The waves are calm, the day is dead. Pink and orange melt into the sea, The seagulls soar free. The ocean sparkles, the clouds go by, The moon soars high. The golden glow gilds the trees, The scent of salt on the breeze, The sun fades into the sea, The daylight flees. 70