Sailing

• Alex Thomas, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2007

The wind on my face is calming and cool,
as the crystal blue water is much like a pool.

Beneath me there are creatures that like to eat and are suspicious,
but most of them are just shells and vibrant fishes.

The sail above me is flapping with the breeze,
and the sun is so bright it makes me sneeze.

The waves crash against the side of my boat,
as the water splashes all through my coat.

There are yachts, dinghies, motor boats and more,
and they are all lined up neatly against the shore.

So, there is nothing quite like sailing on a sensational radiant day.