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I wrote this poem when I was 8 years old and have never had the courage to share it with anyone. I don't know if it's good or if anything I write is. But I hope you like it and I'd loved to hear from you either way. I'm still trying things out and would like constructive suggestions.

Waves Crashing

How the waves start is God takes his mighty finger
and with the slightest touch pushes it forward
to tickle your feet at the shore.

And does that many times and more.

The foam is a form of God's magic
and love for all people on Earth.

And the living things in it
are to remind all people
that God is the creator.

The sun that twinkles on the ocean
is a forget-me-not
that God will always love you.
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6 Visitor Comments

charline
it's so beautiful!
Joni
I like to read poems of others marveling at God's awesome beauty. The likeness is really creative - it gives me a picture of God, tenderly reaching down and pushing the waves a little further to tickle my toes.
jelena
its so nice!. i love it.
Kylin
I really like your poem. yes, i believe that there is a loving and mighty creator out there too
Chelsey
How cute
anthony
lovley

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