The Ocean, A magical place indeed. The suns so bright, The birds at play. The soft scent of salt misting through the air, From the big powerful thunderous waves. I love to lay on the white sands of bliss. This place was blessed with a kiss from the heavens above. It'll put your mind at ease, So help keep the beachs clean. Mother nature is tough. But, this just isn't enough. Help do your part & keep our beaches clean. As during the summer this can be seen. By Bill Sawyers I received a Trophy from poetry.com on 10/02/04
A nice ode to the ocean and pristine beaches everywhere. Both need a real cleaning up after what we've dumped into the rivers leading to the sea and into the sea, itself. What a shame!
Books 1 & 2 of Never Leave Your Monastery, both in one volume. This Collector's Edition features the ORIGINAL ART of the Author, over 25 hand-drawn illustrations.
Although available elsewhere; the author urges you
Ireland 1945. Florence Kite finds a letter and her whole world crumbles. Marcus Fanning was her real father. But twenty-five years ago, Marcus Fanning vanished off the face of the earth.
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