Beach

• Katelyn Moore, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

Drowning
It’s cold and wet,
Where’s the bottom?
I struggle for air like a pup from its mum.
I hope I can make it up before it’s to late,
I don’t want to go like this,
Not yet, not now.
When will it end?


Castles
I feel like the queen.
Watching my builders build,
Scurrying around like ants when it rains.
I can’t wait until it’s finished.
I’ll be queen of the castle,
One day, you’ll see

Walking along the beach
I feel at peace,
The sound of waves crashing down.
I’m happy no one can bother me,
Day dreaming of my wildest fantasies.
Here is were I belong,
So free, so peaceful.