It would have been good enough to know that 758 local students cleaned up 18 miles of our coastline Friday in conjunction with the 27th annual California Coastal Cleanup. But what hit home for me was seeing first hand the creative art work and poetry on display at Crescent Elk Middle School for Oceans Day.
Teachers Joe Gillespie and Janice Mize shared the work of more than 100 seventh-grade students who wrote poems or drew Oceans Day-related pictures. Their talent knocked my socks off.
I've never been able to draw, but I began writing poetry when I was in middle school. The first time I saw one of my poems in print I experienced a rush of self-worth and accomplishment. It made me so proud, and made my folks proud too. And it inspired me to continue writing through college and seek a career where I've worked with the written word for nearly four decades.
Today I salute the young artists of Crescent Elk Middle School. I
wish I had the space to publish all their good work. Here's a sample of
some of their delightful acrostic poetry. The first letter in an
acrostic poem spells out a word or a message. Good job!
Blue wonderful sunset. The
Emotions are very peaceful.
Anyone can help with beach cleanup.
Changing a sad ocean to a happy ocean.
Hearing the birds chirping is like hearing a relaxing song.
Crabs crawling everywhere.
Laughing at good memories from the field trip.
Everyone having a good time at Beach Cleanup.
A beach is a wonderful relaxing place to be.
No one should be cruel to the beach.
Pollution is controlled with our help.
Crows up in the sky.
Lots of gulls out on the waves,
Egrets soar, and
An osprey dives down to
Nab a fish.
But birds aren't the only ones at the beach.
Every inch of rock covered by barnacles and
A pair of sea lions search for food.
Crabs crawl, and
Happy children play in the waves.
Life is scarce in parts of the earth
All animals suffering from our mistakes,
Never ending beauty,
Too many have to suffer.
Endeavors for technology's evolution,
Are the reasons of the extinction of animals,
Remain buried under the oils that killed,
The earth needs our
Ocean with your gentle waves,
Calms me as I sleep
Every night I hear your call,
As you gently lull me to sleep.
Night light, light house, so very calming tone.
Sea gulls, rocks and surf
The sand running through my hands.
Old driftwood gathered for BBQs
Rain, salt air, crabs and turf.
Your fish aplenty, salt water sharp,
Your sunset settling on pebbled
Sands by the ocean's shore.
So close to me, so much a part,
CRESCENT CITY, you are in my heart.
So very clean
My favorite swimming spot
Into the water
Through the woods
Running, playing and swimming
Into the sand
River is very wild.
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