February 25, 2009
By Allison Clemons BRONZE, Metter, Georgia
Allison Clemons BRONZE, Metter, Georgia
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Laying on the beach,
One tends to wonder about sea turtles.
Left alone under the sand
They wake, and waddle toward the soft sea.

The lucky survivors each
Slip into the gentle water and hurtle
To start a new life so grand
Under the waves of the promising sea.

Unfortunately for some, safety is out of reach.
They die from predators and slowly curdle
Making unmarked graves on the land.
They sleep, forever dreaming of an unreachable sea.

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