Old Poem

Here is the original poem that we were supposed to write for our assignment the other day. I'm not really that happy with it, but I can't seem to think of anything else that sounds better. I feel so silly writing poetry because it seems so unnatural to me. It's like I am trying to be something I'm not and I'm forcing myself to do it.
I broke quite a few of the rules but it was written before we were given them so I am sorry!!


"With the Sun Already Going Down"

Everything around us is motionless
except for the gentle way that the waves
meet the dry sand.
The sand is growing colder on our feet.

The colors of the sky melt into one.
Orange, red, pink, purple, blue. Lots of Colors.
Flags, reminders, hang limp without a breeze.
The sun is sinking low.

Now and again, I wish the would not
go down.

The sounds of children playing surround us.
They darken
as families drive away in their cars.
The lights that illuminate the pathway
grow brighter.

The sky has changed into a big circle
of gray
as the sun fades away.