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Poem# 3 -Sunset


Everytime I went to the beach with my family,
I'd picture me by myself sitting on top of the sand
with my toes under watching the sunset.
It was beautiful.
It took me away from
everything around me.
I felt like I was finally breathing.
As I sat on top of the sand
it was warm.
I looked further away to the ocean
and saw the storm.
The sunset was fating away from me,
and the darkness was coming up upon me.
The tornado was huge,
almost looked like a big wave coming to take me away.
I ran but it was no use,
I stopped and turned and held up one hand.
It stopped.
The tornado had stopped.
Minutes later it flushed away.
I saw the sunset again,
and I promised myself,
I'd love it forever, until
the very last day.

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Abigail Francisco

I've made a poetry book at age fifteen and I'm planning on publishing it. I'm starting another poetry book and I'm going to publish this one after I publish the first one. I've fallen in love with poetry. And I want to become a great writer when I grow up. I need all the support I can get. I hope you guys enjoy all my poems.

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