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Drawn to the Ocean...
by Ed Matlack

Sunday, January 04, 2004

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I miss my "mother", yes, my Mother Ocean...

Drawn to the Ocean…


Since I was a child,

And able to walk,

Quite, I am told,

Before I could even talk,

I was drawn to the ocean…


The waves would knock me down,

But not even could be found,

Any kind of a frown,

On my young brow.


The only time I recall being upset,

Was when mom or dad,

Quite literally had to drag me,

Off the beach & away from “my” ocean.


I got to admit,

That even now,

I still cry when having to leave,

My favorite place in the world,

My ocean, my beach,

Taken from my reach.


I live but thirty miles away now,

But without the smell of salt,

Permeating my lungs,

I find myself so down,

For without my “fix”,

For the ocean and the environs it surrounds,

I cannot live with myself without,

The myriad of sounds,

On “my” oceanfront & ground.


As even here on the edge,

Of the woods and farmland,

I know where my heart & soul want to be,

On that of “my” personal beach,

Inhaling the soothing air,

And allowing the ocean winds,

To flow through my hair…



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Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 1/5/2004

were you a fish in a previous life?? :) you take to the ocean like a fish to water :)

adore this write--one of your best

(((HUGS))) and love,

karla. :)
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 1/4/2004
You have expressed your love for the water expertly. I like being close to water too. I suspect this is one of the reasons I am still in Ontario.
Reviewed by Nancy D. 1/4/2004
I know that feeling you have. I also love the ocean, I find myself to be at peace when at the ocean. I enjoyed the memories, thank you.

Reviewed by Sandie Angel 1/4/2004
When I was in Hong Kong, our family went to the beach every single weekend. I really missed that after I've come to Canada.

A great write and very thought-provoking indeed!

Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
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