Kendyll’s beach trip poem”
July 20, 2008
Kendyll’s 1st beach trip. Age Almost 4.
I went on a camping trip with my mom and dad.
There was sun. It was hot. I really was bad.
I got to the beach and saw all the water.
Then got in my swimsuit and caused quit a bother.
I saw sand crabs fiddling, and playing in mud.
I walking in the sand, my shoes filled with crud.
I looked at the water, and fins I did see.
I cried, “SHARK!”, but mistakened I be.
Two cold grey dolphins were cruising the surf.
They were easing on by, protecting their turf.
I saw the water in a whole new light.
Now I was worried about big things that bite.
Dad explained that dolphins are safe.
They chase the ole sharks all over the place.
The water it called in waves and smooth tones.
Whispering, Kendyll come and make me your home.
So in it I tested, a step at a time.
Hot and cold feeling, moving in rhyme.
The saltwater took me and tugged at my soul.
Who’d I come with? Where should I go?
My mother is calling, faintly I hear.
A meal she is offering, but the ocean I hear.
Another step I take,
Another call I mishear.
Then I am lifted by the hands of my father.
No more ignoring the meal I’ve been offered.
Packed across sand, and plopped on my butt.
I wish I had listened. Am I out of luck?
Dad went to fishing in waves that still beckon.
I’ll Choke down this sandwich and pester him I reckon.
The sun, he is falling. Time’s running by.
The wind, she is blowing. Prickling my hide.
Shiver, I do… My mom sure looks worried.
She whisks me away to the campfire in a hurry.
The tent is all ready for my little head.
I need a big rest. Where is my bed?
