The Journey

A Poem by Willow

From a student in my Advanced English Class

Warm rain spattered against the muddy water.
At eight years of age I was a great swimmer.
Alexandria, my cousin, not so much.
As I journeyed across the chocolate milk pond
I felt my feet hit the overlapped rocks at the bottom.
Gasping for warm, humid air every breach of the surface.
All just stared. All but one man.
One mysterious man.
Swept up, our little lives brought back to our worried parents.
All to look back at the man who was no more.