Poetry

The waves crashing and the kids screaming,

Bright light hitting my eyes, and burning

my nose and cheek bones 

And I am sitting there half way into the 

dry, brittle sand. While my feet are in the 

cold, wet water.

As i finally feel comfortable my mom calls 

Me to come back to land but my friend

call for me in the deep blue abyss

this is how it is 

To be between a teen and a kid 

Trying my best to resist my future the 

Water lurks and climbs up my body 

With the smallest amount of sand,

i feel my body under the water and 

My head in the sand still being

burned To a crisp

-Nyema Bryant

To Age is a gift

Not many get this

Yet sometimes we wish to rewind time

When we were young and study

When we were young time seems a never ending cycle,

When we were young we have no worries,

When we were young we wish to be older, 

When we were young we never get tired

When we were young we never appreciated deep,

When we were young we never cared what we happening around us,

When we were young having dreams to be something,

When we were young we had the freedom to do what we wanted

Now that we are old, time seems to fly by,

Having weight on our shoulders,

Being tired wishing we could sleep in a little longer,

Now that we are old we wish to be young again

Yet Now that we are old we have a family

A family that until give us more generations to come,

A family who loves us and look up to us

A family who will be their for us,

Because to Age is a gift 

Not many have.  

-Anelis