Galveston

I went to Galveston with my best friend. I decided to write a poem about it!

We're arriving in the Port Town  of Galveston.

I can smell the salty air. 

Gulls fly above us, we are close now, so close.

Finally, we are on the sandy shore!

We run towards the waves, to experience 

the freedom of the ocean.

To feel nature's greatest power. Water.

The waves rush towards us, some are small,

some are big. 

I play in the waves, but my friend plays in the sand.

He says it's too cold, which makes me sad, for he is my 

best friend. 

Why won't he come feel the freedom of the Gulf?

We stay there for hours, but finally, we must leave.

Goodbye dear Gulf of Mexico! Goodbye salty water! 

Goodbye seagulls! Goodbye powerful waves!

We depart.

Author's Note

More poetry, I have a feeling I'm not as bad as I thought!

Reviews

[nalimsekots]

You actually aren't bad at all. I think you shifted the mood from playful to more serious and deep when you wrote:

"Why won't he come feel the freedom of the Gulf?"

But honestly, it's a pretty good piece.

[White Wizard of Water]

Lol, so you really think water is the most powerfull force of all? And sorry about that; it was freezing...