The rush as we sped forth on water blue
That stood unbroken but for waves and wake
From motor boats; the droplets fell unto
Our skin as we drew circles on the lake.
The sky was overcast; a perfect grey
Because of cotton clouds that filled the sky
And cast an endless shade. The salty spray--
It kissed us as we felt that we could fly.
With wind-blown hair and smiles on every face
We felt the air refresh us with its chill
A summer’s day spent in a perfect place
Where we made memories we remember still.
The wind, the waves, the joy that I felt then
I hope--and cannot wait--to feel again.
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Emma Laurens
Emma Laurens is a college student and aspiring writer. Her main interests are creative writing, theatre, film, music, and adventure.
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