Call Of The Sea

• Violet De Graauw, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

I run for all that I am worth,
A longing cloaks my soul,
For If I do not see it,
I shall never fill this hole.

And as I crest the final hill,
My heart begins to pound,
I hear the softly crashing waves,
My head fills with the sound.

The wind blows off the ocean,
Spreads a salty mist,
Sticking lightly to my skin,
Like the water’s salty kiss.

The waves lap gently at the shore,
A siren’s soft sweet song,
Calling to the earthbound,
The tide will not last long.

I must pull myself away,
Before its magic takes me,
For I would never see the land,
My prison beneath the sea.

It’s hard to tear my eyes away,
The magic calls me still,
So I force myself to turn my back,
And hurry back over the hill.