The rolling rhythm of the sea
Still sings its soothing harmony
Upon the rocks crescendos crash
Creating sprays that gently splash.
The briny air chimes that I'm home
Beside the ebb and flow of foam
Along the endless stretch of shore
It saturates, fills every pore.
The seagulls soar so gracefully
Above a sun-flecked tapestry
Of undulating gray and blue
From days of old yet always new.
The sanderlings dash to and fro
Delightful is their feathered show
As with the ocean they play tag
In hopes a tasty meal to snag.
We stroll the shoreline’s velvet sand
Enjoying, sharing, hand in hand
Removed so far from churning strife
That is the bane of city life.
Perhaps, one day, right here we’ll stay
Between the ocean and the bay.
And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~
[This message has been edited by dsnyder (edited 03-20-2000).]