My home, a hardly noticeable place
On the coast of Maine
The sound of the lobster boats zooming past
The pond where goldfish swim in the summer and in the winter the lines in the ice from skates
The howl of a hound echoing through the air that smells of bait
Buoys’ neon colors mark where lobster traps lie
Moorings keep boats from floating adrift
The barrels filled with pungent dead fish, pogies and herring for the traps
The boats coming in and out, picking up bait and going out to sea
The minnows in the shallows, scavenging for food
And the big fish, like tuna, in the deep waters, where fishermen look for the biggest one to eat and sell
The clucking of chickens announcing every time a hawk or an eagle flies overhead
It shows that such a small town isn’t so small
Hudson Pierce, age 10, Harpswell Center
Fifth grade, Friends School of Portland
