Poetry has always been something that I have enjoyed. When I’m feeling shy and don’t want to talk, I can write my ideas down and turn it into a poem. A few years ago there was a poetry contest for haikus. Our class looked at some of the finalist’s poems. From that we got inspired to write our own. Our poems had to be related to New York City. Poems are more than just some words on paper.  I wanted to make it seem like the person reading this poems was there when it happened. I also wanted it to sound poetic and pretty. I started to think how can I make words pretty. I thought I can make it touching, and descriptive, short but not rushed. Once I picked my topic it was easy from then on. I chose to do 6.am, and the reason is because I used to wake up around 6.am when I was younger, but now I don’t. I sleep later now. I wanted to put my memories on paper. During the summer I go to East Hampton.  my dad and mom are both there. My dad and I would always wake up early and take a walk on the beach with my dog. We would sit in the sand and look up at the sky. Colors mixing around to make a perfect sunrise.  I don’t do that anymore, but I have memories.

Here is my poem:

Morning walks with dad

The sand grabs our feet

I take his hand and look up

Nature cries colors

I was really proud of my poem so I wanted to make another one.

6.am morning walks

I glance at the clouds

I see the colorful sky

Nature cries colors