Sidwell Friends School
Favorite Author or Book:
Dream for the Future:
To work with animals
Poetry, for me, is
and the warm water, lapping at your feet.
It’s the sand between your toes.
The sun on your face,
even when it hurts,
because you don’t know the difference, until that night,
when your skin’s red and peeling.
It’s the things you don’t know you’ll miss until they’re gone.
It strolls down the sunny streets
walks barefoot through the
beach at night.
Poetry knows no bounds