Tide by Felicia Spencer

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In and out,
always changing,
the tide tickles my toes.
Like it did when i was young.
when each smell of the lake was knew.
Of barbeque,
And fish scented algea I throw at my cousins.
Fireworks like wildflowers explode in the sky!
My mom hugs me close.
The waves hit the breakwall,
and i'm brought back from my revery.
And the tide tickles my toes,
and the fourth of july fireworks explode in the sky.
I wish i still had my mom to hold me close.