Monday, October 18, 2010

Rich Poetry

Waves crashing –

It is eagles repeatedly screaming,
energetically, breathing non – stop

CRASH. BASH. CRIMP. TICKER.
It is an army charging closer and closer
towards the sad and salty shore.

SMASH. MASH.  
People are squelching
in the energetic watery waves.



By Helena

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