Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Ocean Border Flowers

A garden welcomes heaven,
To the petals and the leaves.
A picket white fence bounds the weeds to the seas.
The scent of fresh water,
Crawling out of a can
As flowers bleed
Pinks, reds, and whites
Through the air.
A breeze shakes the scent,
Around the shore small houses.
Cookies heat an oven,
And candles burn our noses.
The seeds reach home in the Nantucket dirt,
Grown, they show a fantasy in color.
So clean, so rare.
Kiss a petal,
Healing the scent of the island.
Flowers tell a story of the weak and the thin,
Of the fatal and the strong.
The flower’s make an island a place,
The ocean envies for its mistakes.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback