Water

• Vann Grills, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2013

The currents look at them, whooshing right by, the pressure! I’m sinking! it’s over, it’s tight, I am floating in the flood, all the water floating right by, I swim, I splash, it’s very hard not to clash, I’m almost there, to the surface of the sea, come out, come out, come out to me, I breathe into the fresh cool air, I a sure hope to make it someplace with care.