Walker Stapleton's 7th Grade Essay
"Each summer I go to the rocky seacoast of Maine. I walk along the seashore, and look out towards a dark blue ocean. I slowly take in the ocean mist into my lungs, and let its refreshing aroma fill my nostrils. As I walk towards the docks the stench of raw fish mixes with the air's salty mist. Seagulls lie perched on the dock poles, eagerly viewing their prey, while fishermen hastily whisk away their prize. Sailboats move serenely in the distance, while motorboats cruise over the seas deep swells. As I walk past the dock, I reach a rocky beach. There the water slowly creeps up on the rocks, leaving its treasures of seaweed, sea glass and driftwood behind. The rocks closest to the water have become smooth, their surfaces have become eroded with all of the sea's attention. I decide that I will take a quick swim before returning
home, so I quickly jump in the salty water. The water at 61 degrees seems warm today. I stay in just long enough to let the salt water soothe and refresh limbs, and then I head back towards the house. As I reach home, the sky quickly changes in color, and dark grey fog rolls in from the sea. I am surrounded by its thick white mist, and I feel as if I am in a cloud. I slowly take the cool grayish vapor into my lungs, releasing it slowly, as if it were a potion. At sunset, I sit on the porch and look out on the deep blue sky mixing in tranquility with the deep blue ocean. The sun is edging its way behind the clouds and a pale pink horizon is beginning to set. The ocean is calm now. Little ripples of waves slowly glide across its surface. As the soft lull of the waves crashes against the rocks, I begin to sleep. Nature's sleeping gas has taken effect.
Walker Stapleton's 7th Grade Essay (July 27, 2007