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LONGING<br />
Barbara was ill in bed w he n she<br />
heard a noise which reminded her<br />
of the rolling of waves o n to the<br />
beach. She wanted to express, in<br />
some way, her feel ings about the<br />
beach and took about half an hour<br />
to write this poem.<br />
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I long to stand in the bitter w ind<br />
Well wrapped from the stinging sand,<br />
And hear the breakers wildly roar<br />
As they crash on the lonely land.<br />
I long to feel the cold, wet spray<br />
And hear the sea birds screaming.<br />
I long to be tossed into the shattering<br />
surf<br />
In its buffeting, rolling, breaking.<br />
I long to be free, to be soaring high,<br />
To be swooping and diving about<br />
O'er the rugged land and the surging<br />
sea<br />
To answer the wild wind's shou t.<br />
To be one w ith the sea , and one with<br />
the wind<br />
This does my sp ir it plea,<br />
It cannot be bound, it cannot be<br />
caged,<br />
It must be forever free.<br />
-BARBARA KING , Grade 6<br />
Frankston East State School
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