Mermaids MAG

September 17, 2008
By Melanie Floyd, Long Island, ME

Salty hair glides like seaweed
In the cool waters.
Sand beneath her toes,
Soft on bare feet.
Waves caress her tanned body,
Rocking her gently like an infant.
Diving under for sand dollars,
The currency of mermaids.
How many would she need before
Her legs turned into fins?
She lies on sun-baked rocks
Until the ocean calls her back
And she jumps into its open arms.
Other children swim with her,
But can’t keep up her pace.
A sign, she says,
That she wasn’t meant for land.
As her mother calls her back
She replies, “I’d rather just stay.”



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Meow said...
on Jan. 6 2009 at 4:21 am
I like this. I REALLY like this. The girl reminds me of myself. The water is like my second home. And it would be my first home if I could breathe under water. Ah how the waves caress the skin! But really, where did you get the idea for this? It's and awesome poem!


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