April 2, 2010
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Waves come crashing to the shore,
I squeal when it splashes me.
You won’t think it’s a bore,
When you hear me laugh with glee.

I see a cloud of sand,
Swirling under the sea,
it’s close to the land,
Yet, I still want to flee.

Now I am completely wet,
I see a wave starting to create
And place my board, ready set,
It slips by and I am late.

Although the wave I missed,
And it was not the only one,
There would still be a long list,
Of my never ending fun.

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Susie M. said...
Oct. 9, 2010 at 7:31 pm
fantastic imagery!
rheana0795 said...
Aug. 24, 2010 at 3:50 pm
I really like the imagery that you have created in this poem. for me imagery is one of my favorite forms of figurative language. you really captured the essence of the beach.
thewriteidea This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 3, 2010 at 1:54 pm
thanks so much!
micky123 said...
May 2, 2010 at 11:55 am
this creates a sort of fun image. you're frolicking in the waves and...boogie boarding is it? very nicely written. love it!
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