Golden Oldies : Poem Three

Hello all!!! Welcome back to my Golden Oldies series 😉

To read the introduction, click here. To read the first post, click here. To read the last post, click here.

So I am here with poem three! This one is more cheerful than the others 😀

I wrote it when I was eleven. I remember imagining myself on this desert island, with the palms swaying in the wind, crabs scuttling up the beach, and nobody there to bother me 😀

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The Waves Of Freedom
Standing on the sand
Looking out to the horizon
I feel the rain on my face
The strands of my hair blowing in the wind
The waves crash into my feet
The wind encourages the white horses
As long as I stand here
The freedom of the ocean
Feels like mine
Standing here on the beach
Stopped in time
And I look out at the horizon
Where adventure lies
The waves of freedom
Wipe out the lies inside
I whisper to the birds
“I wish I could fly with you”
I gaze at the coming tide
And turn away to run from the tide
As I run
I hear the wind cry
“Oh, the waves of freedom. Look out, for appearances lie”

~ Bluebell Rizzi, Aged 11