Treasure Island

Casey Jarrell

(6/23/1994 / Deridder, La)

Aquatic Melody


A melody as fluid as
the sea,
As far as the eye can
see.

A song that flows within the
waves
can calm our hearts and
give back our every save.

Everyone from far and wide
gather here at this very tide.

All the animals of both land and sea
have gathered here with you and
me.

All of us, even you and me, have
gathered here
to listen to
the aquatic melody.

Submitted: Thursday, November 29, 2012

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Have you ever wondered sometimes that the sound of water is almost like that you're listening to music? For me I can have a song in my head and sometimes when water drops i can hear the music of a song that i recently heard. Here is a poem that is dedicated to this.

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