an online journal of student writing
By Emma S.
It is warm and the when the waves
Hit the other waves it makes a sound.
The water tasted like salt.
When I see the tube I want
To ride it. When I fall off
The tube, it flies like a kite
In the air. I feel
The water rushing against my knees.
After I swim, I smell
The meat cooking. I hear the four-wheelers
Going up the hill. I smile.
And feel great. Itís my cabin.