As I walk upon the beach
I listen to the waves.
I like to hear them
crash against the rocks
time and time again.
I think of an army
charging a stronghold
then the army
overcomes the stronghold.
But its only the waves
crashing against the rocks
time and time again.
My first published poem, published at Westport South School in New Zealand, in a school magazine when I was 9 or 10 years old. The second stanza is divided into two here unlike the original version.
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