ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 117

Beach Sonnet Nathan Z. While watching the blue moon run away and wilt The rooster awoke and sounded a low crow So I sat up and cradled my warm quilt The blue one with stripes that my grandmother sewed I stepped on the grass bursting a many dew drops So they scattered everywhere in the heat In this paradise you can find some shops And I watched them open on the next street But I can hear the ocean sounding and calling It’s a soft, serene, and wonderful sound So leaving the mass of gulls bawling Over New adventures found So I stand all alone on this abandoned shore And hope for those adventures to come a more 117