In English we have been learning about Floodland. We had to describe the sea in a poem. My poem is written from the point of view of the sea.

The Boat Cuts Through Me

The boat cuts through me, through my towering waves, desperate to leave, to hurt me, yet again.

The boat cuts through me, cuts my fiery heart, the pain, my sorrow, as I drift onto the land.

The boat cuts through me, reminding me of the times, when the children paddled, laughing out loud.

The time that they had to stop this from happening, I’m puffing,  I’m heaving, reaching out, grabbing.

The boat cuts through me, the pollution, it hurts, it kills, it kills,  it’s now your fault.

The boat cuts through me, I never knew why,  maybe it will leave, it might say goodbye.