Beautiful, your rolling words.
Lovely, the way your tongue curves.
Crashing down, on distant land,
Scurrying in, hand in hand.
Bellowing, your majestic teeth.
Hissing, when you finally cease.
Traveling, from an unknown beach,
Mixing with a different sea.
Whistling, immortal through the night.
Thrashing, putting up a fight.
Winning, spinning, whirlpool
Running, over sand, so cool.
Twisting, turning, time to defend.
Waking me in the morning, friend.
Jealousy, stealing people's home.
The mighty ocean shall always roam.
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I'm eleven years old and in the seventh grade. I live in Buffalo, NY. Writing has always been something that I liked. It comes very naturally to me. I have two parents, a brother and a dog. My family has supported me in everything that I do. Nothing really spectacular inspired me. I was sitting down trying to finish my math homework one night, and all of a sudden, I was just like, "Hey, I'm going to write a poem!" I had written poems before, but when people read this poem, they didn't believe I wrote it--but the joke's on them, I did!