an online journal of student writing
The lake, is a beautiful blue.
The water so cold and a cold summer day.
On the top of a mountain see string
Fly through the air, and a fish fly with it.
Soon I smell fired fish and I hear my grandma
Yelling dinner. I
say give me a minute and
I look across the lake as see another family
That looks the same.
I yell, I scream to say hello.
My grandma says Sush up.
We’ll boat across
Then I protest shore to shore
We’ll soon compromise tomorrow.