THE WILD WEST COAST

• Asha Filleul, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2021

Twas’ the morn. of another day,
Not knowing what was to come,
Though following the suns first ray,
I figured that surprises aren’t dumb.

With a hop, skip and a jump aboard,
My morn. query flew off on thin air,
Leaving me with my hands abroad,
Away, to the coast was all my care.

Driving from my home in the past,
To the coast of my unknown future,
I was not worried like the local cast,
For twas’ better than a suture.

So away I went, dead for the West,
In search for a life more wild,
And I found it at the bay of the best,
Gazing at my coast home, I smiled.