The Sea’s Hug

 /   /  By Emma Birches
Stone Soup Magazine
July/August 2007

By Annie Rudisill

The sea opens its arms to me
Hugging me by pulling me into its deep cool waters
My head goes under
The waves crash overhead
I hug it back
I swim deep
To the bottom
No rush to get air
My feet feel the sandy bottom
I swim back up
To smell the crisp fresh salty breeze pass by me
I see mossy rocks slipping under the waves
Seagulls cry loudly for their friends
I see bright neon-colored sea glass glittering in the sun
I walk onto warm sand
But the sea calls me back to play
I can’t resist
I run into its cool hug once again

The Sea's Hug Annie Rudisill

Annie Rudisill,11
Ann Arbor, Michigan

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