The photograph halted us in life,
standing far off shore on a bridge of rocks
us townspeople call The Jetty.
The small to town of Wells Maine,
the even smaller “island”,
I called home.
Drakes Island will forever be my home,
with my friends that are too close to even call friends,
Me and my closest friend,
frozen in time with laughing smiles on our faces,
the wind blowing in our faces and through our hair.
Holding hands while pictures of us were being taken,
so we could remember our summer memories.
Waves crashing against the side of the rocks,
Making our adventure a little more wet than planned,
but having an amazing time that it did not matter.
Holding on to the sea tower,
swinging around like monkeys.
I could not have asked for a better summer,
with better friends,
anywhere else in the world.