Narrative
The morning comes too soon
When dad comes in my room
He says it's time to wake
Too early for me to take
I try not to make any noise
As I hurry to go join the boys
Out to the boat I go
Like a snail I'm moving too slow
It's too early in the morning I say
As the boat heads out to the bay
Where we're going I really don't know
But my father knows where to go
The anchor goes down and we're here
I'm hoping the fish will be near
Soon the sun will arise
And the sun will shine bright in my eyes
Dad says there's nothing more special on the water
Than watching the sun come up with his duaghter
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Expressions of life
PoetryThis is just some poetry that I wrote over the summer. If you guys want to use it for anything let me know before hand because I don't want it to be used anywhere without my permission.
