Our Beloved Ocean
Fredrica, Age 14, Calgary, AB

The cool ocean water passed over my bare feet. Cold
I breathed deeply; the smell of seaweed filled my lungs.
It gathered on my tongue. Salty.
I looked out; an endless amount of majestic blue water filled my sight.
I listened carefully; the caw of a seagull; the gentle crash of waves.
I glanced down. An empty pop can deposited itself by my feet.
I stepped away. Ouch, glass.
The screeching sound of a motorboat cut through the calm.
A rank smell of sewage filled my nostrils.
I knelt down. A wave flicked water on my tongue. Ugh-gasoline.
Pollution. When will we stop? How far will we go? Protect our oceans.

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