Poem

The splash of water. The blowing of the wind. The freedom to ride around. The thrill of the acceleration and power! Oh, and the wonderful scenery, and all of its fragrances. All the joys of riding my own boat, made by me and my dad. Chopping through the water in the bay, and all in silence except for the quiet hum of my boat motor. Able to go any where, on water, go see my friends in another bay. Freedom, go anywhere, FREEDOM!

Carson Thomas, age 11 1/2