Emma H Poet Narrative

Pacific Bay

Fog rolling in,
Making the sea go a gray,
Kid’s body surfing all day,
In a cold pacific bay,
The children are laughing,
To the sway,
Of the ice cold waves roaring away.

I hear my mom calling to me faraway,
To come back to shore,
And stay.

For I was tiring in this pacific bay, 
Because of the numbing cold,
That could not let me stay, 
In the icy water of this pacific bay.

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David Williams February 17, 2013 at 8:51 AM Emma cool water and cool words...David