Born in & of the ocean,
Sustained by its breezes,
Maintained by its scent,
From heaven my ocean is sent…
Part & parcel am I of the grains of sand,
Between my toes it gathers as well in my hand,
As I grew the beach & ocean did treat me most grand,
Of that my favorite place never was I banned…
I cry big tears for my ocean depths,
Mans trash & waste there has not found its place,
Fewer fish do there exist,
Before we do travel to outer space,
We must know more about our planets inner grace…
© ed ~ 8/24/08
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This was brilliant Ed, sorry I havent been around, no excuses...cept fibro fog and preoccupation elsewhere.
Love to you and Ruffie n Rene
Ch'erie
more to you than you let us see,Mr Matlack;-)(Rufuz tells me;-)
ET
Peace,
Dan
And we very sadly don't have much time left. Your beloved Mother Ocean truly is in dire shape today, as are my beloved lakes and forests.
For all our supposed intelligence, we human beings don't seem to be very smart.
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Me thinks I'm going to drift off to dreamland... :)
I have lived many places always near the sea....now living in Australia close to the beach, we have to be grateful for how wonderful life can truly be.
Enjoy your freedom, as I enjoyed your writing.
All the best my friend, Stuart from Australia and North/East England
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.