Silent

February 17, 2011
By Alex Pippenger BRONZE, Evanston, Illinois
Alex Pippenger BRONZE, Evanston, Illinois
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The chilly wind gnaws at the surface
of the water.
Stirring sand slowly,
like a despondent army
of curled up leaves,
reluctantly
parading,
across the esoteric beach.
Sharp waves scream at the shore,
beckoning
the silent army
into the howling ocean.


The author's comments:
I was thinking about the time I went down to the beach during the summer. It was raining really hard, and sand was inching across the shoreline. I was sitting under a lifeguard chair.

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