Barnacled Rocks

By Angela
Editor and ideas supplier: Hazel

There I stood,
At the edge,
Of the sand,
Barnacled rock,
In each hand.

Waves beckoning,
Throw them in,
Give them flight,
In early morn,
Dew light.

Cool sand shifts,
Beneath bare,
Toes curling,
Catapult arms,
Unfurling.

Rocks flying,
Through misty,
Startled air,
Sea breeze blowing,
Tousled hair.

Rocks impact,
The serene,
Sparkling sea,
Immersed in life,
Forever free.