Feet sinking into the hot, soft sand
I let my carry bag drop from my hand
I sprint down to the water leaving my jandals behind me
Oh how happy I am, down here by the sea
Waves lapped at my feet like a puppy
Eyes closed, toes curling in and out, I am happy
Ears filling with the squawking of gulls overhead
The smell of salt is different, so unlike my bed
The light breeze breathes my hair across my face
The air held it airbourne with a beautiful grace
I dived into the cold blue water
But I don’t feel it
I feel I’m its daugthter
Back on land drying off in the trees
beneath the fronds so no body sees
Theses memories I will treasure
and like a floating feather
they will remind me
of my days at the sea
By Lucy Bird
3 comments:
Hi lucy,
Cool poem I love the line
Back on land drying off in the trees
beneath the fronds so no body sees
Theses memories I will treasure
and like a floating feather
There really cool
:)
Wow, great poem Lucy I like the title because it relates to the poem well. I also like the description.
From Claudia + Tayla + Mykala.
We Love this poem! The title is great and i agree with Mykala, Tayla and Claudia the title does really relate to the poem.We also like the sentence 'Waves lapped at my feet like a puppy' it is really cute!
But...
You need some more comma's and fullstops! it doesn't flow as nicley as it could do if it did have some comma's! and also that is not how you spell daughter
By Flossii and Rubz
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