As tenacious as an ocean wave

Are the thoughts that swamp my head.

Always prodding to listen to them,

And find  a writers gem.

Seldom has this happened,

To the chagrin of my lofty mind.

I wondered what would Poe or Longfellow

Have done, if placed in my shoes?

I am so thankful to God for my quill.

Never in my wildest dreams

Would I have thought of a poet being.

Yet here I am amongst a brilliant crew.

Paddling to places not quite in view,

But grabbing the oars with a heave,

Hoping one day the shore I'll see.

And sleep forgetting my thoughts.