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
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