Message In a Bottle

I found it there, left by the morning tide A green bottle half buried in the sand With excitement I noted a paper inside Heart beating fast as I reached out my hand Feeling that somehow this had been planned "I am a poet, perhaps the last of my kind, On an endless sea of words I am adrift Are they all gone now? Can I not find, Those who use words as a wonderful gift? I sit waiting for the winds of poetry to shift.." Opening my eyes to sunshine on my face Remembering night's dream once again Going back to that strange time and place I knew I would think of it now and then Gathered my thoughts and took up my pen