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To My Father That Once Never Cared
You see me standing here, but you are so far away. Starving for your attention, you don’t even know my name. You walk right by me. As if I was a stranger in a crowd. Don’t you miss me? Wondering how I’ve been, or even how grown up I’ve become? Can’t you see me? Do you remember and miss the times we’ve spent together, like when we felt peace and happiness. Now that you’re gone that peace and happiness has turned into war and hopelessness. I wish you could see me now, so broken and apart, from all the pain I’ve felt. You made me want to give up, stop trying and not believe in my dreams. When every time, before our world came crashing down, you told me never give up, keep trying and believe in your dreams. Though now that your not here, I’m not that strong little girl you thought I was. I dreamed about the day you’d come back, but every morning I would wake up you weren’t there. I know you were there for my first pony ride. The questions I ask myself now are, “Are you going to be there for my sweet 16?” “Are you going to be there to walk me down the isle and give me away?” I wish you could be here so I could be that daddy’s girl I always wanted to be. I can now realize that this is never going to happen.
Tylynn 8th grade
March 08, 2011
By Abby B. – 4th Grade
The feet traveled from coast to coast
But all that was left of them was a ghost
They’re footprints of children playing in the warm air
And people strolling without a care
But when the tide turns and the sun starts to set
The water paves the sand for yet
Another day of people walking without care
And children at play
On The Beach
By: Kathryn B. – 4th Grade
I feel the cold gust of the wind along my cheek, the chilly, soggy, rough sand beneath my petite feet, and the shallow tide washing upon my feet as I strolled along the gloomy beach with my father.
The seagulls soar overhead in search of something to snatch. My caramel hair blows wildly in the air. I look across the turquoise ocean to see the blazing sun disappearing into the night sky.
I was growing weary and it was getting dark. So my father and I trudged uphill toward my house to rest.
A poem by Gabriela, a 6th grade student
I remember walking down
the beach with you.
I remember holding
your warm hand.
I remember your
laughter and smile.
I remember seeing
the beautiful sunset
And I remember
seeing how happy
But that was
then and this
I miss you
Among The Beach
By Leah, a 5th grade student
Hi my name is Kat, but you can call me Kit Kat. My dad, Rich, and I live along the beach. Dad and I never go on vacation because we live on Cancun Island. Cancun is an island by Mexico.
In Cancun it is usually 79˚ outside. There are plenty of water sports to do. The best thing I like to do is play on the beach, but there are many things that can happen on the beach. I once heard there was a monster that lives in the ocean.
I’m just kidding there is no monster, except my mom took my sister so she wouldn’t worry. My mom took her because it was dark on the beach and she thought she would drown when swimming at night. Now you probably think my mom and dad are divorced, but my mom is just away on business.
When my dad got a job he hired a babysitter to watch me, but my dad didn’t know that she hated me. So one day I asked her to take me to the beach and she thought I drown. When my dad found out he fired her then I came back and my mom and sister came back and we are all a family again, and we all live in peace.
A Walk on the Beach
By Alex, grade 4
The waves crash against the shore.
The dark waves rush onto my pale feet.
The sea shells are scattered among the cool sand.
I gaze down to see my shadow casting on the beach.
The sun shines down on my face.
What a peaceful walk on the beach.
After dinner when the waves were quite thinner
my daughter and I look for shells on the beach of St.Miner .
As we’re walking hand in hand,
we saw colors gleaming in the sand.
We knelt down to see all shells that we spotted.
I asked my daughter if she liked them
And joyfully she nodded.
We gathered shells all evening long,
one of the shells even looked like King Kong.
With our things it’s time to depart,
this will make great art.
I stood there,
cautiously looking upon the waves,
Just standing there,
in my new pale blue sun dress,
with the pink bow around my waist,
flowing in the wind
My blonde hair swept up in a bun,
I stand there,
a worried expression on my face,
What would happen
if the crashing waves disappeared,
If the sand washed away
and the shells disintegrated?
What would happen
if all these things were gone?
What would the world become
if these things happened?
Would the world be able to survive
By: Wondering (Hannah)