Author's Note: For spring break this year I traveled to Orlando, Florida and went to one of my favorite places in the world: Cocoa Beach. This poem is really about what this place means to me, and my experiences there.
Hot sun beating down on our heads,
We pant like dogs while sweat drips.
The discomfort well worth the pain.
The airport jungle braved and conquered,
Armies of ignorant passengers lay defeated,
Stressful rules and regulations lay behind.
Stress soon loses itself in our heads,
while all connection to the world is lost.
Only vague memories stay but not long.
We forget all the things that ruin life,
all the people who tease and laugh,
when your voice cracks and glasses tint.
The rolling surf punches our heads hard,
but we don't care one little bit.
We live for the pain and water,
feelings of something rubbing you,
we scream, "Shark!" and people look wildly,
only to realize its a bunch of dumb kids.
Beyond the water and the sand it's special,
this beach, which is our paradise.
We don't need to worry about home.
However not for very long before,
we must brave the jungle once again.
Back to cold, stupid Wisconsin.
The vocabulary that you used in this poem really made it flow together really cool. I've never really heard those kind of descriptions that you have used before.... but it was really good! Great job!
ReplyDeleteVery interesting. I liked how you managed to put your memories into words, it's an impressive feat. It's funny because while I was in Costa Rica I visited a town that was also called Cocoa Beach, but it sounds quite different than the one you went to.
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