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Alexandria Wright

The Shore

I walk along the rim of earth

My mind continues to ponder

How is it that the rowdiness of the waves can be so calming?

That the constant squawking of a nearby seagull can be soothing?

The waves are constantly being thrown onto the sand but I feel the ocean is motionless.

My eyes are being fooled by the horizon; I see the line where the water and sky touch.

I am not home, but the sky is comforting.

This is not my shore; but this is my ocean.

The familiar Carolina blue is undisturbed with the exception of a few snow white clouds.

Here there is balance and everything is where it is supposed to be -

I take in the view and scenery one last time before turning away

For now, this is my place.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]