Where The Sea-grass Grows
I am lonely for the ocean
And the seagull's strident cry.
For the foggy morns and evenings
That inflame the western sky.
For the salty winds and breakers
And the ocean's constant roar,
As it rushes in and crashes
On the cliffs along the shore.
I am longing for the beaches
We can walk along and see
All the strange and briny treasures
That are left for you and me.
I can see us there together,
As we were so long ago,
And the waves, our names are calling,
Where the long, sea-grasses grow!
Betty Lou Hebert