I thought it might be fun to publish some of the poetry I worked on last year during school. None of this has been seen before, all of it is original, some of it I am proud of. This one is called “Edisto.”

By quiet waves lapping the shore

Wind whispering sweet nothings into my ears they never cease

Because the soft sand between my toes

Because the shells I shift through to find treasure

Because the sky is the color I painted my room at nine

a soft color that reflects the calm waters

Because the rolling dunes fall over one another

Like stampeding grains of sand

Because the wood reacts to every movement

Every step a familiar journey to the door

Because when you knock your sandals off at the top of the steps

Each clap shaking millions of molecules

Because the fourth of July

Because the sweet smell of suntan lotion

Because this place