Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2019 | Page 14

My Adventures on the Ming Treasure
St. Stephen's College Preparatory School, Cheung, Charlianne - 8
I hear big blue ocean waves,
the seagulls loudly squawking,
Ahoy! The ship has sailed,
the pirate swords are clashing.
With a snort of my nose, I smell salt here and there,
down the gallows, a smelly stench stinks,
In the kitchen, dried fish smell everywhere,
these sweaty sailors will never smell pink.
“Time to eat!” says the General.
I wonder what we’re feasting on today.
Boiled barracuda and funny-looking fish rolls,
Aw, we had that yesterday!
As my hand runs along slippery scales and fins,
my feet touch the treasure box.
I feel the smooth and fragile porcelain,
against the bumpy hard surface of the rocks.
Look beyond the beach over there,
where the sand is marked ‘X’.
Golden treasure everywhere,
what fun will go next?