Liberty

• Christine Liu, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2013

Dry sand tickles the soles of my feet,
As I continue along the beach.
My breathing steady, my footsteps steady,
As if a drumbeat keeps them in time.
I feel free.

Rays of purple and pink and red
Radiate through the clouds.
My greasy hair blows from my face,
With thoughts that fly with the wind.
I feel free.

The scent of salty water dances in the air,
Soothing and refreshing.
Gentle waves hit the shore,
As if running from the vast ocean.
I am free.