"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Friday, February 25, 2011

Lost at sea

Harsh the ocean rocks me
tossed upon the turbulent sea
floating flying falling free
on a ledge too high and dizzying
cloudy skies frown angrily
limbs hanging limp beside the tree
heavy trunk thick icy freeze
whirling wind bullies the breeze
oh wake me from this frenzied dream

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