costa rica

Learn more about other poetry terms

I'm afraid. I don't want to go near the water. It's raging. The raft is not safe. My friends are not safe. I am not safe. Water rushing. Other rafts passing. Students splashing.
This year has come and gone, just look at my notepad:   I saw the good and the bad,  I laughed with someone really rad, But what I saw would change the heart of the glad. I can't ignore it.
    The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side, illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,
Subscribe to costa rica