Sitting on the beach
My feet in the sand
Looking out at the water
Fishing pole in my hand

I’ll stay here all day
Hoping to get a bite
But I don’t get a nibble
As the day turns to night

I pack up my gear
And lookup at the sky
I stare at the moon
So bright and so high

I begin to walk away
As the waves rush ashore
And I think to myself
“I’ll come back tomorrow
And fish some more.”

--   Nadra Radcliffe
Age 13, Grade 7
Patapsco/Back