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.
Copyright © Emma H | Year Posted 2013
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