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Michelle DeCarlo

Hermit Island

The gentle, soft sand curves around my feet.
The sun appears bright over the still sleeping water.
First come the seagulls scavenging for food
Then come the people searching for space.

The smell of sun block and salt fills the air
And you can hear a faint whisper of volleyballs in the distance.
Every now and then a silent sailboat will drift by
And the waves will dance unnoticed behind it.

Then the light begins to fade along with the people
And the wind turns cool and gentle.
Even though the birds are all gone and the waves no longer dance
The gentle, soft sand still curves around my feet.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]