Thursday 21st November 2013
High Tides
As the sand oozing between my toes.
As a slight breeze goes past my face.
As the trail of pip’s along the way.
Sinking under the golden sand.
Oh my lord it’s taking forever!
The sound of the wave near by.
Made me cry of joy of life.
I stand there another day just to say goodbye.
This is a poem about high tide. We had finished reading a poem about low tide and now we are doing a high tide one. Hope you enjoyed reading my poem.
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