Saturday, September 25, 2010

Lanai Poem

Aboard a plane I fly to paradise
Against the seat I lay my head
Across the Pacific Ocean I fly
Above the clouds I soar
In front of the airport is where I land
Out of the lobby I step into the sunlight
In spite of the heat I am in tranquility
Next to my brother I ride in the bed of the truck
Outside the breeze blows my hair smelling of salt and brine
Under a blue roof is where I stay
Atop our house I hear a quiet rain
Before the sun is up we’re up getting ready for the day
Up the volcano is where we ride
Down to the beach is where we go
Past the picnic tables I hear the beat of the waves
This sound is soothing my place of peace is Lanai

Caylee Weinhouse, Age 12
2009

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