Whispers of the Sea by: Trevor Hobart
Beneath a vast, azure dome,
The ocean stirs, a restless home.
Its waves embrace the golden shore,
A timeless dance, forevermore.
With every crest, a story speaks,
Of hidden depths and ancient peaks.
The sunlight weaves through silver spray,
Creating diamonds on display.
In gentle hums, the sea’s hymn plays,
A lullaby in shifting ways.
It calls to those who dare to roam,
To feel its pulse, to find their own.
The tides, they ebb, the tides, they flow,
With secrets only sailors know.
From coral realms where colors bloom,
To shadowed depths, a world of gloom.
The Ocean Waves. By: Trevor Hobart
In the cradle of the morning light,
The ocean stirs, a wondrous sight.
With whispers soft and secrets deep,
It sings a song where dreams may sleep.
Endless waves in a rhythmic dance,
A blue expanse, a wild chance.
The foamy hands kiss the golden sand,
White seagulls glide, both free and grand.
Through depths unknown, where shadows play,
Mysteries linger, creatures sway.
Coral gardens, a vibrant show,
With life the pulses, ebb and flow
I Miss You
By: Rayna Mull
Laughter, a summer so bright,
Memories dance in fading light.
Whispered words, a touch so gentle,
I miss you, I miss you so so much.
We built a world of dreams and trust,
Now scattered with the wind and dust.
My heart aches with a sorry song,
Where did we go wrong?
It's you, it's so true,
Never knew my heart could feel so blue.
Its always you, my guiding star,
No matter how near or far.
Young Hearts:
By: Rayna Mull
In the bustling halls of middle school days,
Where laughter and learning come their ways,
Two young souls, with eyes so bright,
Felt a spark that felt just right.
Forget the lockers, books, and chatter,
In a world where little things matter,
A secret glance, a smile,
Made their hearts race, all worth the while.
She with a soul so free,
He with a grin as wide as the sea,
Passed notes in class with scribbled hearts,
Such young hearts.
At lunch, they'd sit side by side,
Talking with nothing to hide.
Stories, dreams, and laughter,
Building memories they’d cherish after.
As seasons change from fall to spring,
their love grew, a fragile thing.
In the innocence of their age,
They wrote the first lines of a lifelong page.
They'd hold hands beneath the starry skies,
With whispered secrets and gentle sighs.
their young hearts, so pure and true,
They found a love that felt so new.
Though time will pass and they may part,
Their memories will linger forever in their hearts.
the halls of middle school days,
Their young hearts found love in so many ways.