O’er my ocean so pure

Of my stresses & strife’s, it is the cure

The beach & ocean is for me the lure,

The moon as well a part, for definitely sure…

To straddle the jetty,

While thinking of a girl named Betty

From long ago I knew her under these pilings

My virginity lost, she placed me in her filings…

I never of her forgot, when the rising moon I see

She on the other hand was lost to the sea

Her boat capsized & sunk, lost was she forever

But in memory I recall her smell

Or perhaps it was as well the salted sea

Occasionally I see her face in the moon

Or maybe in reality I am herein showing myself a loon…

© ed ~10/1/11