Heart's Desire

A few minutes ago I found a poem that I wrote in english during my freshman year of high school. We each got to pick from a huge tub of paint sample colors and had to incorporate the names of the colors into our poems. The underlined words are the colors of my paint samples.

Heart's Desire
By: Erica Snook

The feeling you get as you view the Magical Moonlight;
Feelings of peace and serenity welling up inside you.
The chorus of Crashing Waves.
It is music to the ears.
The soft spray of mist feels like drops of Crocodile Tears,
salty and moist on your naked fingers.
The way the ocean breeze tastes Before The Storm,
as if every wave in the ocean is begging for more water to quench its thirst.
The coarse Oyster Shell in the palm of your hand sparks a yearning;
one to go play in the waves.
The smell of Buttermilk Biscuits fresh from the oven,
it brings you back to reality.
As you run up the stairs on the porch of your quaint little farmhouse,
miles from the ocean, into your mother's arms.