Dream

• Natalie Reeves, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2019

Looking out at the blue water
Seeing the Ripples
The Ripples
That the fish leave
The tiny boat
sailing on the water
Miles and miles away from me
The wind blows them further
And Further away
If only it wasn't a dream
When I look up, across the water,
Blue becomes navy,
Navy becomes brown,
And brown turns to ashes
Plastic bottles resting along the sea wall
The tiny boat
Sitting in the shed
I haven't seen it in three years
I wish it was a dream