Last day before the time change,
Enjoyed a sunrise by my ocean, my sea,
No tourists anywhere within my sight range,
Just old ma ocean, & me,
Listening to each others thoughts for free…
She told me of her fears,
I told her of my recent years,
Oh, yes, ma certainly has worries,
Of me she still does love,
Told me to take home a shell as a souvenir…
Of every shell I acquire,
I remember her and feel so much higher,
She is there for us all,
Never will her love of all the earth, nor mine of her, tire…
© ed ~ 11/6/11
She'll be there for you until that volcanic island in the Azores splits apart and falls in the sea, bringing a little 60 foot tsunami to thee. So much for living on the beach in Joyzie. ;-)
Ron
Anna
Lovely poem.
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Sure Sounds like a Spectacular Place to Be.
of the ocean is a gift indeed!!!
~Ed~
Lady Vivian
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