ocean

Hear the waves crash.

See the water dance on the beach.

Taste the salty air.

Feel the wind blow.

live the ocean.

in the corner, by the heater.

place your ocean

let it fill the room, soak the

ceiling, bleed salt.

swim in your ocean.

no beach, don't worry about

sand in between your tired toes.

over there, by the bureau.

place your river.

let it fragment the room.

create a journey with your hands;

trace the ripples, trace

the tangles, feel the Read more »

The Note, read by Abhi Dodgson

I was walking along the beach on Cape Cod when I noticed a blue glass bottle that had just washed up on the sand. I picked it up and saw a note inside. I tried to pull it out but it was at the bottom of the bottle. I stared at it and got an idea. I brought the bottle up on the porch of our house and dropped it. It didn't break. I looked around, grabbed a stick and poked around inside the bottle. I used it to drag the note up the side. I unfolded the note and read it. It said: 

2 cups of saltwater

3 tablespoons of sand

1/2 teaspoon of sugar

Well, that's weird, I thought. Maybe it's a good recipe? I ran down to the beach, got the sand and and dumped it in a bowl.  I ran to get some ocean water and then I went inside. My sister (still half asleep) stomped down the stairs.

"What on earth are you doing?" she snapped.

"Making something," I replied.

She glared at me and went back upstairs. I put the sugar in and stirred. Then I poured the revolting mixture down my throat. It tasted like seaweed and dead fish. My insides churned like boiling lava. I closed my eyes and threw up all over the stove. I gasped. Read more »

Message in a Bottle.wav

I was on the beach
to find a piece of me
but instead I found
a piece of you.

It wasn’t what I was
searching for,
but it was still
a dream come true. Read more »

Sing to me,

and with each note

your voice strokes,

I become a little sadder 

because it is painfully beautiful.

Those words were

riding bareback on a

horse

galloping in the foam

of the sea

at midnight.

Those sounds were

the training coming into the station;

the final stop of the night,

picking up all of the people

that belong 

somewhere else

at midnight.

Especially the girl with the

sad eyes,

looking scared as the 

train sighed,

pulling into the station

at midnight.

Those feelings were

the girl diving backwards

off the boardwalk

into the ocean

that no longer roared.

The pulsing silence

in her ears

became louder

as she held her breath

at midnight.

Sing to me,

and with each note

your voice strokes,

I become a little sadder

because you are resurrecting phantoms

I thought my soul had forgotten

at midnight.

The waves crash unmercifully

Upon the glass-ridden shore

The ocean wolves howl

And tear frothing at the air

They crash furiously

Against the craggy rocks

Sending up plumes

Of ocean spray

The wind shrieks and wails

Hounding on the storm.

A ship rides the waves

Plunging and yawring

Timbers creaking

Trying to heed

The flash of the island

And fight the teeth of the storm

At the break of the dawn, the beginning of day-

when even the owl rests his head-

racing against the first splintering ray

that turns my wings shades of orange and red, Read more »

Mom stood up and offered me her hand as she said, “Let's go dip our toes in the ocean. Or did you get wet enough earlier?” Read more »

Feel the roughness of the rocks under your feet
Smell the Crisp Air of the ocean breeze
Feel the sun shine up on you
Touch the coolness of the water
Hear the dolphins sing their song
See the sunsets shine so Bright in your eyes

Feel the roughness of the rocks under your feet
Smell the Crisp Air of the ocean breeze
Feel the sun shine up on you
Touch the coolness of the water
Hear the dolphins sing their song
See the sunsets shine so Bright in your eyes

Saltwater therapy
infused my soul with
curiosity to imagine again,
and sent me drifting upwards
in a watery dome,
where light
and darkness
couldn't be distinguished.
My tired toes
cautiously reached out
to calm the raging foam's
cantankerous wrath,
only to be purified
by racing ivory bliss.
My flying wisps of hair
launched themselves into
an abyss of seaweed
and sunshine,
harassed by the scent,
but welcomed by the radiance.
The timeless breeze
formed a choir
with nearby dune grasses,
as waves sprinted up the shore,
escaping from the whispering sea. Read more »

Saltwater therapy
infused my soul with
curiosity to imagine again,
and sent me drifting upwards
in a watery dome,
where light
and darkness
couldn't be distinguished.
My tired toes
cautiously reached out
to calm the raging foam's
cantankerous wrath,
only to be purified
by racing ivory bliss.
My flying wisps of hair
launched themselves into
an abyss of seaweed
and sunshine,
harassed by the scent,
but welcomed by the radiance.
The timeless breeze
formed a choir
with nearby dune grasses,
as waves sprinted up the shore,
escaping from the whispering sea. Read more »

Reoccurring ripples
Playfully crawl up
The glass-smooth shore,
Briefly teasing the tender earth
With a phrase of foam,
Then soaking away,
Shy like a child
On the first day of kindergarten

Slipping down into a colony of waves
Hiding from the daunting dune
Contently watching another one try
To tackle the beast of land,
Without success, too

But a watery revolution builds
Miles away
In the eternal horizon
Of ocean and sky

The promising distance
Soon becomes
Within swim-area fury,
It mounts the wind
And collects all force,
Riding a soul of saltwater bravery Read more »

The water is blue and wavy
like the rolling hills of Vermont.
The sand is a yellowish brown
like the bales of hay
you see out in the field.
The seagulls are loud with their harsh calls
like a beeping car
moving through traffic.

I will cross the storm-tossed sea for the far western shore
With sails unfurled my ship will chase the endless, turquoise sky
And though I long to see your face, I know I will no more.

Go stand upon the craggy cliffs, beyond the tangled moor
Whisper, “Farewell,” in the breeze, and heave for me a sigh
For I will cross the storm-tossed sea for the far western shore.

None but seabirds follow me, as in the clouds they soar,
Only I can voyage on, while I may weep and cry,
And though I long to see your face, I know I will no more. Read more »

Ocean
Jesse Brinkman
Chelsea Public School
7th grade Read more »

Waves are washing in and out,
Water is spurting from a distant whale spout.
There are fishes swimming everywhere in their quiet, calm home, the sea.
That’s were they were born, where they came to be.
For they have lived there all of their lives, diligently.
There are beautiful wonders everywhere,
Over here and under there.
There are beautiful colors and sights you’ll adore.
There are amazing and wonderful places, galore!
Waves are washing in and out,
From this quiet, calm home, the sea.

It was the most brilliant shade of blue i have ever seen. When I was on my porch I was looking out at the sunset, seeing the ocean and the dolphins. Then I went inside and saw the second most brilliant shade of blue. It was a bowl. It was light enough and dark enough. It was perfect. That is my story about the color blue

It was the most brilliant shade of blue i have ever seen. When I was on my porch I was looking out at the sunset, seeing the ocean and the dolphins. Then I went inside and saw the second most brilliant shade of blue. It was a bowl. It was light enough and dark enough. It was perfect. That is my story about the color blue

i.
The four-pound newborn girl
reaches a miniscule fist
into the pastel pink atmosphere
of her nursery.
Innocent,
and already fighting.
ii.
the four-year-old
escapes fleetingly
into the meadow.
Skyscraping grasses
and aquamarine heavens
tower over.
She gets lost in the labyrinth
purposefully.
iii.
fourteen
years old,
she lets
the serene
salt breeze
bless her.
And she walks along
the shore,
one
last
time.
iv.
the crying ocean
sings
by her
stone grave.

Bitter sea,
please silence these emotions
and let me taste that salty sleep
drowning into ocean deep
My heavy heart will be the weight
That carries me to earthly fate

Down, far down, I'll sink unbound
Yet won't float back for one more sound
Instead, I'll hear a seahorse neigh
And hear the jokes the clown fish say
Laughing, while the water moves
down my throat, the salty blue
gently filling up my lungs
to wash the air right off my tongue

And then I'll know it's time to pray
a goodbye song to all this pain
Goodnight to stars that shine like day Read more »

Alone at night, I dream of you
So close to me in rest
I see the ocean in your eyes
I sink into your chest

Like waves, I hear your heart beat rise
And crash into the tide
Dizzy with sweet joy of Love
I feel you at my side

And you will never let me drown
I trust the strength you hold
Your gaze intoxicates my heart
Please swim within my soul.

Oh, swim and read my every thought
I'll drift into your arms
Kiss me under water's shield
And claim me with your warmth.

Oh, let me surf your ocean eyes
And let me taste the salt
Upon your tongue, my fearless name Read more »

Going out to sea

By Spencer Hurlburt
Vergennes Elementary School, Grade 3

I hear seagulls squawking and squealing while I sit by the ocean. The waves crash over the sand as silent crabs crawl into the small tide pools, with waters so warm they feel like a hot tub. It is early in the morning, so early fog clouds drift overhead like ghosts. Sailboats drift upon the waves, bumping up and down like cars on a muddy road. Read more »

Place I Love
By: Brittany Hoyt
I’m laying in the sand the warm sun is hitting my body.
Soaking up all the sun I can get before I leave.
The palm trees are swaying.
While I’m walking on the beach I see the jelly fish washed up on the shore.
Little kids making sand castles.
The heat is burning my skin.
I go in the water.
I jump in my eyes burn, there’s sand in them.
I walk up on the peer.
Tourists gather to feed the birds.
I stand on the reeling and put my arms out like I’m on the Titanic.
Winds blowing throw my hair.
Smell of the salt water. Read more »

Silence is a great healer. Many people understand this well. The art of healing for many, I don’t really know. If someone is lost, or has died recently, a moment of silence is used to recognize the event. That may be where I start today. Read more »

Ode To The Ocean

Your rough surface,
Glittering in the setting sun,
Like a flame dying down to ashes,
When the wood runs low.
Waiting for your flame to ignite again,
In the morning,
Like being reborn.

Your rough surface,
Holding so much life,
An almost infinite amount,
A beautiful palace of wonderful things,
Filled with exotic animals,
Dying to be seen.

Your rough surface,
So deep and blue,
So mysterious,
And holding
So much wonder.
Earth's last frontier,
The land beneath the waves,
The kingdom uninhabited by humans.

Your rough surface,
So amazingly beautiful,
So amazingly deadly,
So amazingly unpredictable,
So amazingly gentle.
Your waves,
Their force unimaginable,
Their energy unending,
Their destruction disastrous,
Their lapping rhythm so soothing.

Your rough surface,
With its dark waters,
Which hold so many secrets,
Not to be revealed,
But even yet,
Having your limits tested,
Your patience coming to an end.
Our destructive race, Read more »

I miss you
why?
I shouldn’t
you choose to leave
swept away by the tide
and I was at the shore
watching, salty tears in my eyes
a sailboat wandered to take you home
I was sailing it
a life ring appeared to rescue you
I threw it
a lighthouse cast a glow to guide you back
I was in its tower
waiting
but the current overtook you
and I still wait with my toes in the sand
they scorch with my sadness
but the water cools me down
hope in liquid form
I am the north star
follow me home

I miss you
why?
I shouldn’t
you choose to leave
swept away by the tide
and I was at the shore
watching, salty tears in my eyes
a sailboat wandered to take you home
I was sailing it
a life ring appeared to rescue you
I threw it
a lighthouse cast a glow to guide you back
I was in its tower
waiting
but the current overtook you
and I still wait with my toes in the sand
they scorch with my sadness
but the water cools me down
hope in liquid form
I am the north star
follow me home

i am floating
bobbing falling
filling emptying
loosing myself
becoming something new
rewind
play again
constant cycle of chaos
crash
heavy waves spray white
crack
i am broken
a piece of me floats west
another circles
caught in a whirlpool
suddenly i am whole
yet not the same
super-glued together
like a patchwork quilt
this new existance
thrown back together
is worse than none at all
at least when you are nothing
you are nothing as a whole