A Salty Trip
to the memories i once had
Just yesterday the sea salt scent filled my nostrils.
My salty lips tasted the ocean,
South is where i was.
The clouds became my enemies,
they all let out a “BANG”.
I ran to a shelter,
as the ocean made a motion,
I became afraid!
The day started out sunny and has now turned an awful gray.
Two shells in my hand is what I kept as a memoir,
South is where i was.
No more ocean,
Just a salty memory of my day at the beach.
—written by: Yesenia L.
