Kindred spirits we,
fall upon the floor
like broken glass
and search for belonging
in the sand.
And we,
taken out to sea
scratch our nails way down deep
grasping nothing
but sharp flakes
in meaningless handfuls

And we,
hands down deeper
sinking in
as each grain pulls
to slip our grip.

Breaking we,
crash upon a darkened foam
and sink into the blue
where our frozen hearts
give into the waves,
and let everything
drift alone.

Forever lost
we will not be,
for broken glass
as shattered as we,
will become a treasure
of the sea.

Lindsey Biddle
Grade 12

Trace fossils imprinted in soon to be sedimentary rock;
Chicken bones strewn about;
A half-buried plastic shovel;
All are reminiscent of a picnic at the beach long ago.
But now, nature obscures this evidence of a playground;
The sun bakes the sand that children once used to build exquisite castles,
Their spires and flying buttresses having surrendered to the incessant siege of the tide.

Megan Luecke
Grade 11

Waves come to greet me—wild and fast
Like a child who has missed a parent as the day hours had passed
Seashells come tumbling
Waves go on rumbling
A reunion takes place on the shore

When the greetings completed—transformation begins
Peaceful blue water beckons me in
Sparkles and glistens like diamonds on glass
The moment is gone all too fast

Waves bid good bye—tranquil and serene
As I watch it depart, there's a peace in my heart
Waves drift out to the sea
Like a frozen moment in time
Soon to return as from the very start

Waves come to greet me—wild and fast…

Megan Pencek
Grade 10

“Garabaldi, California’s Light”
Stephanie Vinson
Grade 10