Drawn to the Ocean…

Since I was a child,

And able to walk,

Quite, I am told,

Before I could even talk,

I was drawn to the ocean…

The waves would knock me down,

But not even could be found,

Any kind of a frown,

On my young brow.

The only time I recall being upset,

Was when mom or dad,

Quite literally had to drag me,

Off the beach & away from “my” ocean.

I got to admit,

That even now,

I still cry when having to leave,

My favorite place in the world,

My ocean, my beach,

Taken from my reach.

I live but thirty miles away now,

But without the smell of salt,

Permeating my lungs,

I find myself so down,

For without my “fix”,

For the ocean and the environs it surrounds,

I cannot live with myself without,

The myriad of sounds,

On “my” oceanfront & ground.

As even here on the edge,

Of the woods and farmland,

I know where my heart & soul want to be,

On that of “my” personal beach,

Inhaling the soothing air,

And allowing the ocean winds,

To flow through my hair…

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