Wave Rider

• Georgia Hopkins, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

Slicing through the vast ocean way out in the Atlantic,
riding the waves like an expert,
hair shining bright in the golden sun,
gliding through the wind,
face concentrated on the wide ocean.

Smile contagious when gliding across powerful waves takes all concentration,
keeping balance,
the wave moves closer ashore,
achieving what people would never dream of,
after the attack.

Bright lights and sirens,
lying helpless in the grains of sand,
blood drenching the ground,
in that one alarming moment,
all dreams of becoming famous,
were shattered.