"The Tide"

Last week, my English teacher told us to write a poem by Monday. I'd written barely any poetry in my life, maybe two, with clumsy, forced rhymes. But I wrote one, and rather enjoyed it. And, bizzarely, I've been on a sort of poetry-writing kick ever since. Here's one of my favorite ones I've written so far:



The Tide

I was sitting on a rock
The salt breeze on my face
I started watching a young girl
She had breast buds and baby fat
She spent hours building a castle
Her friend building at her side
But the tide was coming in
The castle wasn't high enough
I saw that and she knew it too
Her friend left and ran into the surf
But she stayed there to rescue her castle
The tide swept in and ate away the foundation
She tried not to hear the voice coaxing her into the water
She stayed there trying and trying to save the futile kingdom

I drew away and returned the next day
But the only trace was a small, flattened mound