The Yellow Boat
Waves rocked the yellow boat.
No other boats docked out in the lake;
the yellow boat appeared lonely.
The water clapped against the boat, as it swayed side to side.
The dark, murky water gave me chills, while I kicked my arms and legs to stay afloat.
My mom and brother laid on a pink raft in front of me, and soaked in the hot sun.
My dad floated on his own white raft.
Pictures of palm trees covered the floating device.
The day felt so simple.
Nothing could bother us.
Everything seemed better,
when we took the yellow boat out.
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