Waimea
By: Taesia Keomoungkhoune

The sharp tall rock burns beneath my feet,
My stomach feels empty as I nervously climb to the top.

I reach the highest point and taste the salty, cool air,
I knew I shouldn’t, but I look down below.

The ocean, which seems to be miles below,
is speckled with people in colorful bathing suits.

Then I hear footsteps behind,
Suddenly, I’m falling, fast!
I feel like a bullet hurtling towards the water.

But the thrill was amazing!
So I jump again and again of Waimea towers.