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Valerie A.

House

I remember skipping down the beach
across the scorching sand
that felt heavy but velvety soft.

We hopped to the jumbo rocks
and chose the best
one for our “house.”

The rocks made up our imaginary city.

I stepped back from the
trash and glass near my toes.

We scribbled our names
on the monstrous seawall
with charcoal from last night’s fire.

We watched the waves pour across the sand,
rushing to our doorsteps.

We played until sunset.
The sky filled orange, rose and it reddened
as the sun tumbled further
under the deep navy ocean.

The salty air felt tropical
as we lingered across the seashore
back to the cottage that night.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2010 EDITION]