Hi readers, its your teenaged writer Abigail at it again with a new story to share! Did ya’ll really think this is the only site I write for? If you did, your wrong! I happen to write for many things actually such as my scrapbook, stories I write for fun, the usual school stuff, etc., you guys get the drift? But my latest endeavor was a poetry contest and I am here to share with you my poem!
The requirements were; it must have one of these sets of things: group 1: an old parachute, a beach and a violin, group 2: a garden, a letter, and a coffee cup, group 3: was a plane ticket, a juice box and a cave. What would you choose or be interested in hearing? I would love y’alls feed back on it! I chose the first group for the contest. The rest of the requirements for my age group were; it had to have 16 lines and it must have a decipherable rhyming pattern. It was very fun to write and I could’t do it without my grandmother’s patience or helpful assistance. She could only help so much because it was a contest after all! Half-way through I had to add something about tropical birds and I so wanted it to be about Brown Booby birds but Nana said, “What an image that would portray!” I decided to spare the judges and not put the Brown Booby bird in it although I was very set on a stanza about them! Just take a minute with me to imagine the scene! You readers are probably getting tired of my rambling so without further ado, here is my poem!
Aloha
At first light I strolled along a deserted beach when something caught my sight. Nestled in between two palm trees, like a spiders web hangs a decrepit parachute. Observing the trees, I marvel at the colorful birds that look like exotic fruit. Meandering along, I relish the salty ocean breeze and it is truly a delight.
Further down the beach, I take in the ocean’s thundering waves and wild tide. Soon the sun reaches her peak in the sky, proving time really does fly. With amusement I watch gulls harass fishermen before soaring off with a mocking cry. And playful dolphins gliding along the sparkling sea like it’s a roller coaster ride.
In the distance, waves crash into piers, dark and forbidding, against the dazzling sunlight. Tenacious terns, plunder and scavenge the shore taking off with their valuable loot, Minute, skittering, sand fiddlers scurry along the beach with brisk waves in hot pursuit. An evening breeze blows ashore, as the sun sinks below the waves turning day into night.
The moon rises, brightly bathing everything with a luminous glow, a shinning guide. Sounds of the wind and waves, blending like a violin’s melody, a call that will never die. Weary and tired I must now leave my dearest friend and say this bittersweet goodbye. But in my heart, I say, ” Aloha” because part of me can never leave the place my heart resides.
Mint 2 Bee 