Seashore Symphony
As fiddler crabs play
There’s no music in the air
Ugly eyes just stare
Gulls in perfect flight
Bring the music to the night
Moonlight plays its part
Dolphins come around
And they lend their perfect sound
Music time is near
Maestro needed now
Sounds need direction somehow
Errant tones comply
Sounds that do not blend
Are now blocked by friendly wind
Unity now reigns
Masters touch is here
Softens harshness to the ear
Song is written now
Blessed voices play
As rhythmic surf shows the way
Sweet repose is near.
Question why I’m here
And I’ll tell you right away
My troubled soul is now healed.
Written By John Posey
04/14/13
Copyright © John Posey | Year Posted 2013
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