 
			
							Where the redwoods meet
							the sea
							you'll find me.
							By the rocky cliffs,
							in the salty sea air,
							I'll be there.
							Where the tide pools are
							with treasures hiding,
							their secrets I'll be finding.
							
							
							Liberty Lawrence Kolsch
							Grade 1, Carmel-by-the-Sea
							
							WINNER
							
Listen to Liberty read this poem:
							The sun.
							The surf.
							The boards.
							The sand.
							The towels.
							The castles.
							The food.
							The birds.
							The fish.
							The shark!
							   
							   The Beach.
							
							
							Cruz Morell
							Kindergarten, Camarillo
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
Listen to Cruz read this poem:
							I cast my bait,
							Into the ocean,
							Shake my line,
							Like a potion,
							Is there a single fish,
							In this cold ocean?
							I'm going to catch the one
							         
								that causes a commotion,
							I'll pull Moby,
							From this brine,
							When my bobber,
							Gives the sign,
							I will catch the fish to beat,
							Pics will pop as it flops
							         
								at my feet,
							Then of course,
							I will set it free,
							Because all fish,
							Belong in the sea.
							
							
							Ender Guthrie
							Grade 3, Arcata
							
							WINNER
							
Listen to Ender read this poem:
							Scuba man in
							the deep
							Saw a sea lion
							fast asleep
							Pretty sure
							counting sheep
							
							
							Rhett Menexas
							Grade 2, Trinidad
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
Listen to Rhett read this poem:
							I imagine I am a jellyfish all alone
							I swim over to an orca
							Then I see two sea turtles, other jellyfish, and sea urchins.
							It makes me feel happy because when I'm in the ocean
							Sometimes it's lonely and dark
							But seeing all the animals reminds me
							I am not alone
							And I have friends
							
							
							Juliette Watson
							Grade 2, Hidden Hills
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
Listen to Juliette read this poem:
							Waves crash and roll
							Up to my knees in sticky sand
							Grandfather helps me up and says
							Taking me by the hand
							
							"Sometimes in life you have to make choices
							And not just whether to eat soup or tofu
							I'm talking about where you belong
							Where you are most like you
							
							"Your mother is from the sky
							She flew down here at birth
							And as much as she loves this little planet
							She wasn't meant for Earth
							
							"Your father loves the land
							The land is from where he came
							And I can't say I understand
							But I love him all the same
							
							"I am from the sea
							I could watch the waves all night
							And when my time has come to go
							To be buried there would be my delight"
							
							When he suddenly passed away
							And his sand mixed with the sea's
							I remembered his last words
							About who I was meant to be
							
							"You could be from the sky, sea, land," he said
							"Or anything else you choose
							Just don't try to please others
							Yourself is something you cannot lose"
							
							"Grandfather, I'm from the clouds
							It's a little bit of each
							I've been to the sea and sky
							And of course the sandy beach
							
							"Grandfather, that’s where I'm meant to be!"
							
							
							Emily Hembruch
							Grade 6
							
							WINNER
							
							The wind blows hair
							on my face
							telling me 
							to close my eyes
							and
							listen,
							listen to the beauty
							of the never
							ending roll
							and crash,
							the symbols of life
							beating out a steady
							rhythm,
							no matter
							what
							happens
							next.
							
							
							Kira Mielcarski
							Grade 5, Walnut Creek
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
							Alone in my room,
							I haven't lost your wilderness.
							Timeless screen time has not 
							tamed me.
							I still long for your waters
							On a dry day
							I still want to dive
							In a shallow world.
							
							Malibu shores
							Share the tedium of my chores.
							
							Shades give way to your sun
							But your sun always shines
							All the way to my bed
							And I
							Beached like a gray whale
							Am waiting to be pushed back
							Into freedom
							
							Maybe I'll follow you
							Sea lion
							From doomed day to Dume Beach
							Where the low tide
							Reveals treasures.
							
							
							Linnea Oliver
							Grade 4, North Hills
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
Listen to Linnea read this poem:
							I feel the salty spray of the ocean,
							Breathe in the fresh morning air,
							Skip through the soft sand,
							Leaving a necklace of footprints on the beach's chest
							
							I stop at the water's edge,
							Feel the gentle lap of cool water against my feet,
							Run through the refreshing water,
							Splashing droplets everywhere
							
							Look at the brilliant sun,
							Just now rising,
							There are diamonds in the water,
							That sparkle unbelievably bright
							
							Joy, as I am unable to imagine, fills my body,
							I feel more alive than I ever had before
							
							
							Carolyn Zhang
							Grade 5, Fremont
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
Listen to Carolyn read this poem:
							we were born with sand in our fists and
							        
							salt on our tongue, drinking honeyed sun
							                
							from Mother Earth before milk from our
							mothers;
							        
							tasting pearls of ocean rain before
							                
							we could cry.
							        
							shhhhhh, the waves would whisper
							                
							weaving together the squawks of gulls
							        
							and crashing of waves until it was not cacophony,
							        
							but a symphony, a
							                
							tapestry of gold and silver—
							                        
							a gentle hymn swaying in the
							                
							wind—
							        
							long fingers brushing our face and pinching our
							                
							cheeks as a grandmother
							                        
							would.
							so even as we stood,
							        
							surrounded by flickering neon and
							                
							car horns blaring,
							                        
							stinking of sweat and city ash,
							        
							we closed our eyes and felt the spray
							                
							of mist once more; the slippery ropes
							                
							of kelp circling our feet.
							
							our heart thrums as it always has—
							we are home.
							
							
							Maithreyi Bharathi
							Grade 9, Saratoga
							
							WINNER
							
							The tall stone 
							mountains that 
							stretch along the 
							California coast.
							Their dirty bodies 
							smell like a whiff 
							of brown acrylic paint
							 
							 sitting in the dry hot sun.
 
							  
							  Standing there, gazing over 
							    
							   the amazing view of the vast 
							       
								  ocean, they seem to know more 
							         
									than time itself since life first 
							            
									   started. Always still and quiet, 
							                
										  as if asleep for centuries, before 
							                   
											moving together into a 
							                       
												bigger, taller family.
							
							
							Devon Mann
							Grade 7, San Anselmo
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
							Remember,
							there is a girl somewhere,
							standing still
							by the sea,
							
							who is at peace
							with feeling
							small
							and insignificant
							
							before the layers
							upon layers
							of nature
							and history
							
							that she merely
							touches the surface of
							with her own
							two feet—
							the surface
							of her tiny
							piece
							of California.
							
							
							Sydney Mielcarski
							Grade 8, Walnut Creek
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
							A Romance on a Rainy Beach #1
							
							Hair wet, but feet dry
							Dancing beneath a gray sky
							For even seas cry
							
							A Romance on a Rainy Beach #2
							
							I am a letter
							Enveloped in your waters
							Sent away to fade
							
							A Romance on a Rainy Beach #3
							
							Don't shy from the sand
							If the waves appear daunting
							I will help you swim
							
							
							Matthew Oda
							Grade 8, Belmont
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
							Huntington State Beach
							Magnolia
							Smoke Stacks
							
							6 o'clock in the morning
							Every day
							I wake up to
							Construction workers
							Stores are opening
							The gates
							To the beach are opening
							
							I suit up
							Grab my surfboard
							Hear the waves crashing in the distance
							Catalina just on the horizon
							The sand
							Cold as ice
							The water
							Colder than ice
							
							Many people see a wave
							I see
							An empty canvas
							My surfboard is the paintbrush
							I am the artist
							
							I paint my picture
							Just for it
							To Wash away
							Like a Sand Mandala
							
							I wake up every day
							6 o'clock in the morning
							To see the beautiful sight
							And paint my picture
							
							
							Mason Espinoza
							Grade 12, Fountain Valley
							
							WINNER
							
							From my view outside
							the deep green expanse 
							is infinite,
							like the depths 
							of the water past the waves
							that are only a drive,
							forty-five minutes away.
							Past the rows of green 
							
							turns ash, dried 
							leaves and branches fallen,
							charred-black boughs 
							and hollowed black stumps.
							
							It's almost like the layer of clear
							to blue, getting deeper
							in color, until you are in 
							a sea of complete blackness. 
							
							Past the ash, however, 
							the vibrant green rows come back.
							The black depths are finite, too,
							but infinite in that there is 
							no sea beyond them,
							past the depth's end at the bottom.
							
							
							Donald Grijalva Baker
							Grade 12, Boulder Creek
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
							The algae floats atop a fragile wave
							like star dust in the milky way.
							But as far apart as they may seem
							the algae know when to glow and gleam.
							Like striking a match, the waves blur into neon blue
							and curtains of foam ignite.
							They make it seem so easy,
							to link hands and unite.
							
							
							Alyssa Ho
							Grade 11, Pasadena
							
							HONORABLE MENTION
							
							This is not the first time
							            
							you wonder why the
							ocean drowns your body
							            
							in long-drawn exhales.
							Buoyancy as deception.
							            
							Tongue bulbous with
							expectation. You ask why
							            
							the moon tugs at the
							current like squandered
							            
							heartstrings. You look for
							lost things on the shore:
							            
							half-baked sandcastles,
							an eyeglass, seagull.
							            
							Perhaps you are not
							here at all. In the crack
							            
							of dawn you will gorge
							on saltwater memories,
							            
							hunger as a memento
							for lost adolescence.
							            
							Seabreeze thick with
							longing, the frills of
							            
							your sundress as creases
							on books of poetry. Again,
							            
							wonder why you were
							born a fisherman's
							            
							daughter. You fasten
							prayers into the horizon,
							            
							the waves heedless.
							
							
							Jessica Kim
							Grade 10, La Canada
							
							HONORABLE MENTION