Waves Hitting the Beach

My feet sinking into the sand,

Water washing over my feat,

And the rocky surface I’m walking on,

The searing sun hitting my skin,

My head sinking under the salty ocean,

The sandy bottom that I feel weightless on, 

And the muffled sound of people talking above water.

Who is This Kid in the Mirror...

Who is this person starring at me in the mirror?

Is this the product of mother and my father?

Is this the product of the environment that I live in?

Is this the product of my school?

Is this the product of good manners?

Putting a napkin in my lap?

Shaking hands when I meet people?

Eye contact?

Will I ever know who this kid is?

These questions can’t be answered.... 

    I found three poems that “worked” for me. The first was It is a Beach Day at Camp. I think this poem worked for me because I was able to relate to it in some aspects. I love surfing and always have so when I saw the word surfing I got exited about reading this poem. For me a beach day at this camp sounds super fun. I also liked the line “and several gallons of sun screen.” The second poem that worked for me was People Seem Surprised to See Me. I liked this poem because I remember Windsor Mountain and the welcoming community there. I also remember vespers and the amazing stories that were told there. I remember all the fun times our grade had there. The last poem that worked for me was You are Watching the Sun. I liked this one because during the summer on cape cod my house is in West Falmouth and Buzzard’s Bay. I watch the sunset a lot from the beach or my house.