The Island

• Ryiah Sawford, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2021

Bright in the sunset, Dark in the snow,
Back on the island where nobody goes,
No need to worry the flowers are pink,
yellow, white in colour they sink,
birds sing peacefully like amazing grace,
Butterflies flutter around the island in a race.
The oceans waves sound like a calming, peaceful symphony.
To go here you must have lots of Sympathy,
Flowers glimmer with sparkle and shine,
The waves Shimmer over the oceans shore.
Palm trees coconuts taste fruity, Milky and sweet,
WIth sand and water kicking against your feet.
Rainbows with no rain needed
with pretty Beaded necklaces to wear around your neck,
But nobody knows where this golden treasure is hidden,
So listen carefully to the love of the ocean.