The Shore
By: Lilian Elliot

Come one, come all,
Come to the shore--
You’ve danced here once before.
You say that it’s a child’s game--
Shouting, “We the proud, the strong and brave,
Know nothing of your game at all.
We who stand up here so tall
Are far too wise to dance at all.”
And so I stand here, all alone--
The sun is low, the sand is cold.
I stand here as you fade away,
For light means more than you portray.
Come to the shore--
You’ve danced here once before.
You say that it’s a child’s game--
Shouting, “We the proud, the strong and brave,
Know nothing of your game at all.
We who stand up here so tall
Are far too wise to dance at all.”
And so I stand here, all alone--
The sun is low, the sand is cold.
I stand here as you fade away,
For light means more than you portray.
Writer's Statement: I wrote this poem as I was processing through the contrast I feel between myself, clinging to the memories and innocence of childhood, and my peers who seem to always race onwards without care for the past or present.