There’s a place in this town
where you sit on a wooden bench,
cold air hitting your red cheeks
as the rest of your body is bundled up
in warm, thick layers.
.
You see the sea
rippling lightly
humming a soft tune
then, crash –
echoing out like a call
to the other side of town,
.
the water rises
above the barriers
in flame-shaped waves,
reaching up to the sky
scattered with its luminous stars
a bright white
100 miles above your head
then, down
slowly sinking
leaving its salty drops,
sprinkled.
.
And you still sit there
as the waves come and go
again
and again
and again.
Commended (juniors)
Billie Allan
Year 9, Queens High School