By Lynnette Martinez ’25
Exploring all of her hidden gems
For the load she possesses is infinite
Before I am sent to my home to be condemned
Daydreaming about her beauty for she is exquisite
Following the path created by the palm tree walls
The heat of the sand burns my feet
And the sounds of innocent joy surround us all
As she begins to seeth.
Light beams crystalize the surface
But fail to illuminate the darkness beneath
Her strong waves making me nervous
As I feel her current sweeping my feet.
The illusion of shallow waters hypnotizing
Until I’m swimming to shore but no longer moving.
The Raider Press 