Wave Disaster

• Tianna Gattuso, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

“CRASH CRASH!” THE WAVES ARE CRASHING BEHIND ME,
I SWIM AS HARD AS I CAN, MY CLOTHES ARE DRIPPING WET,
MY FEET TOUCHING THE BURNING HOT SAND.


AS I WALK FORWARD A CLOUD OF BIRDS SQUAWKING BY SHELLS BELOW MY FEET MY SURFBOARD WASHES UP ON THE ROCKY SHORE
AS I LOOK BEHIND ME THE COMPETITORS ARE
STILL SURFING .

THE SCENT OF SALT WATER FILLS MY NOSTRILS
THE SOFT SOOTHING SOUNDS OF DOLPHINS ARE LIKE LUXURY TO MY EARS THE BLUE OCEAN RELAXED MY EYES AT THE SIGHT OF IT.

AS IT BECOMES DUSK I LOOKED BACK AT THE DAY
I DIDN'T CARE I THAT I WAS NOT THE BEST
SURFER BUT THE IMPORTANT THING WAS I HAD FUN .