Never though does she scold,
If she hit’s the beach calmly,
She is listening quite fondly…
When the beach she hits,
With waves a’pounding,
That is when she is upset,
Of ships of men she sets them grounding…
Happiness she does for some bring,
Each wonderful day at the shore she does in ring,
He roar is nothing more than hearing her sing,
Her smell of salt does of me caress & to her I cling,
To some she maybe a queen, but to me she is MY king…
© ed 6/13/09
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I love this!
Steph
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Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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Blessings from Ky.
Joyce B.