The Beach

Posted June 21, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

 

Florida, Summer ’09
San Destin. Morning. Peace upon the beach:
hundreds upon hundreds of chairs in the cool morning
sand, the sound of waves softly hitting the shore, out in
the clear blue water boats are riding around on the
smooth calm waves, the sun just rising above the horizon,
pink and red filling the sky. There are no clouds on
this peaceful morning. More boats appear.
The waves become violent.

By Jake, 14
[Photo by AR Nature via Flickr]

Oh, Beauty

Posted May 19, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

 

It looks like a beautiful valley
with a little part of land, and smooth rocks,
and seashells that blend with its nature.

Why is the water light as snow?
Why is the water white as snow?
Why is the water light as snow?
Why is the water white as snow?

Maybe the ocean would be frozen to death,
because its surroundings are not moving in any kind of way.
But would it?

That’s the part I want to know.
The sky is as white and foggy as a ghost.
The ocean looks blue, black, and dark green.
Is the water frozen, or cold, or should I just
Go ahead and jump in?

By Jealousy, 4th grade

El océano es mi mamá (The Ocean is My Mom)

Posted April 7, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

El océano es mi mamá.
Le digo –dame de comer pez gato!-
Le digo –asústame!- y cuando estoy caminando
Me avienta unas olas que me lastiman y unos
Tiburoncitos chiquitos.
Le digo hazme guapo y me viste con conchas,
alga marinas, estrellas de mar, y perlas brillantes.
Mi mamá es el océano
Con la arena me abraza,
Con el agua me acaricia,
Y con el aire me da un beso.

 

Translation:

The ocean is my mom.
I say to her, “Give me catfish to eat!”
I say, “Scare me”
And when I’m walking
She throws big waves and tiny sharks at
Me that hurt me.
I tell her, “Make me look handsome”
And she dresses me with sea shells,
Seaweeds, star fish, and shiny pearls.
My mom is the ocean,
With the sand she hugs me,
With the water she caresses me,
And with the air she kisses me.

By Fernando, 1st grade

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This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

I am a Seashell

Posted April 17, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

seashells.jpgI am a seashell
waiting for
somebody to see
me.

I am shiny and
curled up like a
cinnamon roll.
I’m rough and
sandy.

I swim
with the
sea and
the sea
with me.

I am
cold inside
so if you
touch me
you’ll shiver and
quiver.

I swim
around the
sea with
animals living
inside of me.

I’m joyful
in the sea
with fishes
and sea
creatures
surrounding me.

I like
being a
shell
because
people

can hear
the sea
inside of
me.

By Melissa, age 7

(photo by Omnia via flickr)

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