Winning Poem
I forgot to mention that there is an awards night. It's May 19th at 7:30 pm. I can bring up to 4 guests. My mom is going to go, my dad might, I'm not sure about my brother (but he entered and may win something as well or if he doesn't win he might be mad and not want to go) and I don't think Richie will be able to come, but we'll see. I have to read my poem at the awards night as well. I don't really want to, but I guess I will. I'll have to practice.
Here's the poem:
Down by the Bay
strolling down the paved hill
hands intertwined
wind swaying in the bay
water lapping at the bottom of motorized boats
paint peeling
fog drifting down the dock
toward the lighthouse
geese swimming with their offspring
one, two, three, four...
Eight.
eight dead fish.
©Sarah Moore 2004.
Richie knows what that poem is all about. ;) Or at least he should. :P