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Kayla Wilson

Shells and Seaweed

Waves crashing against the shore,
My feet touching the edge of the water,
The pearl white sand encompassing my sight,
Finding the perfectly ridged half-moon trinkets of shells washed up against the coastline.

Suns rays sparkling off the salty waves,
Caressing the surface like a mother caresses a child’s face,
Shells and seaweed hurdling up to shore,
Trying to take in the aquamarine waves, gritty sand under your feet, and the blast of heat before the city emerges again.

The salty air whipping across my face,
Seagulls and laughter understood all around,
The moist air clinging to my sun kissed skin,
This is my life.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]