BC: About the Author | Rachel Gulley lives in Leduc, Alberta with her parents and 4 sisters. She enjoys playing sports and playing the piano. She is currently finishing grade 9 and is a student at Covenant Christian School in Leduc.
FC: Rachel | Gulley | ___ | Seashells and Smiles
1: A Poem Collection on the | Oregon Coast
2: Introduction | Rachel was born in Portland, Oregon. Whenever she goes and visits Oregon one of her favorite past times is going to the Oregon Coast. She enjoys the cool water and sand so much that she has created a whole collection of poems to share with you the joys of the West coast.
3: Dedication | I dedicate this collection to my family in Oregon. They always make me laugh and make me enjoy myself at the beach. The beach wouldn't be the same without them!
4: This is a Haiku poem. Haiku poems often are about nature and outside so the focus of this is the nature part of the beach. This is what I notice about the nature of the Oregon Coast. | The Feel Of the Coast
5: The feel of the coast The wind across my face The sand in my toes The cool crisp water Coming closer and closer The feel of the coast
6: The Boy and the Man | This is a humorous limerick about how everyone loves the beach. It isn't just for small children or for elders but it is for everyone. People like it for different reasons but it doesn't matter as long as they love it.
7: To the beach the little boy ran. Behind him ran an old man. The man pushed him down. The boy gave a frown. The elder wanted a good tan.
8: The Boat in the Distance | This is another humorous limerick about how being at the coast give a person imagination. There are no boundaries or rules. You can imagine anything you want to and there is no one to judge you.
9: There is a boat in the distance that my brother sees. There are endless and endless possibilities! It could be full of pirates or worse, An angry woman with a purse! Maybe aliens with a thousand abductees.
10: Ode to the Coast | The idea of this poem is that even though I can't go to the coast every weekend, I still love it and miss it. It has given me memories that I will never forget and I thank it for that.
11: The beach gave me memories I will never forget. I wish I could be there every day. Being there makes me not stress or fret. However I live far, far away
12: Just Another Weekend at the Beach | The purpose of this poem is to share what I love about the beach and show that it may just feel like just another weekend at the beach but each time we go it is special to me. | The smell of the rain on the hot sidewalk. The crashing waves hitting my calves. Full House marathons on the television in the loft. Just another weekend at the beach. Magnified whales through two small holes. Smirks and smiles in the sunset. The ocean calms me and gives me imagination. Just another weekend at the beach. Millions of sand grains in between my toes. Always pretending we were mermaids. Dreaming of never leaving. The sunset is magnificent; Orange, yellow and pink. Just another weekend at the beach.
13: Our family never fights at the beach We laugh and giggle, Crack up at the resemblance of the seaweed And the dead squid to something we flush down the toilet. Just another weekend at the beach. The beach is greater than any Alberta winter storm Or the prairies. It is as if you compare ice cream to broccoli. Sitting on the beach chairs enjoying our lunch While secretly hoping we never leave. Just another weekend at the beach. | Family, friends, fun. The best things in the world are at the beach. The sharp shells stab my stinging skin Yet I am relaxed. Just another weekend at the beach. The (very few) bad things at the beach are made up for By all the marvelous things there. Just another weekend at the beach.
14: Need, Love, Miss | This poem does not share what I like about the beach but how much I love it. The coast has always been a part of me and I wanted to share how important it is to me.
15: I need the beach like a mouse needs cheese. How legs needs knees. How a lock needs keys. I love the beach like a rocker loves a rock band. How a sandbox loves sand. How a cat loves land. I miss the beach like stars miss the night How wind misses a kite. How the darkness misses the light. How a teacher adores to teach. So close yet so out of reach. I need, I love, I miss the beach.
16: Haystack Rock | Haystack Rock is always a great thing to do when we are at the Coast. We walk to it and enjoy the scenery. I wanted to do a poem where it is a picture of what is was. But I wanted to share why it is so important to me.
18: The Rock. The tall Solid Rock. It holds many Memories and good times. Walking there was always enjoyable And a fun time. Either in the middle of the Cool afternoon or late at night in the crisp air. The shore line always changes. The rock will always Be there for me. The Cold water will always remain There for me. Although our names in the sand will soon Be gone our memories will always remain for us. Our photos Will soon fade but our memories will still always be there for us. The memories of going out late at night or staying inside while its Raining out. The memories of us walking to town and going to the Candy store. The memories of us taking naps in the sand while the Warm sun shines down onto our skin. Flying the kites in the wind And licking jawbreakers until our tongues bleed. Good times, Happy Times and wonderful times. Good times and bad times. Happy times And sad times yet our memories of the beach are always wonderful Memories. The rock. The tall solid rock. It will ALWAYS hold many | Me Mories And goo D times.