I swim near the shores of the pretty ocean bay. Sailors and men float by me all day. When the moonlight is out I'm singing with glee. I capture the sailors into my arms while they beg and plead.
I drag them underwater down to my home, and I keep them safe on my sweet skulled throne. Once sunlight and dawn comes again, my singing has stopped and the waters are red.
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Poetry By A 6th Grader
KöltészetPoetry written by a 6th grader that I know. She wants to share her poems with the world, and hopes other people enjoy or relate to them.
