Standing there,
Side by side,
With my friend,
Who is the tide.
When she comes in,
And tickles my toes,
I look down at her,
With a smile that lows.
As we look up,
And see the birds glide,
My friend gets noisy,
As they fly over my side.
Just as the sun sets,
And the cool breeze blows,
I say goodbye,
Just as she goes.
For I am a tree,
And she is the sea,
And all I am doing,
Is standing there.
© Kimberly Mccarty 2004
I wrote it back in seventh grade for a contest.
2006-11-24
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