The Ocean

by Harshita Das aged 11

As I look from the edge of the ocean
Glimmering golden, for it’s almost dawn
So many waves coming towards me
And yet I know, there’s a lot more going on

What I’m seeing is only one part
The ocean stretches, for miles around
So many creatures with fins and gills
So many miles below the ground

There might be a million ships sailing these seas
Some might be sunk, some still alive
Some encased in big, big storms
Trying to survive

The waves are splashing closer and closer
As I realize the world is bigger than it seems
And as I stare into the ocean bed
In golden light, it gleams

From octopusses to fishes
The ocean holds them, big or small
And with that I know
That I barely know the world at all

2 Responses to “The Ocean”

  • Sally

    I love this poem! I am in college and for one of my classes we have to write a personal essay describing our relationship with the sea and include secondary sources to elaborate on our discussions, and I’m using this as one of my sources:)

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    • Harshita Das

      If you listen carefully, in the distance, you can hear 11-year old me shrieking in delight.

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