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The Beach of Promises

The Beach of Promises


1.


Fingers entwined, barely touching,
turquoise waters teasing your dancing toes,

strolling along that serene deserted beach,
our promised dreams within aching reach.


2.


Hands clasped, holding on,
sea-breezes tickling the nape of your neck,

walking together, alone, vowing to never breach,
the dreams dreamed on that faraway velvet beach.


3.


Hands in my pockets, alone,
traces of you linger, teasing,

lost in my scribbles, your memory fading out of reach,

my thoughts ablaze, now and then,
catching a whiff of your fragrance,

wafting through alleyways of nostalgia,
your hand in mine on our pristine beach.




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Along the Ocean Shore

strolling all alone at the ocean shore embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind I hear the yodel of the small waves every melody conveys message leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish once in a while, waves walk towards me I can feel the tenderness of their kisses they wrap around with soft sand on my feet great relief and happiness I feel the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains as I start to see a new sunshine I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine only scars are left behind to remind me to keep stronger as I’ll move on in my life
Nov. 25, 2012 First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged:3/6/13 Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD Fourth Place Contest: Synesthesia Judged: 5/26/13 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud


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Summer's Breath

A warm breeze gently lifts the white voile
I watch it dance from across the room where I lay
Half awake, and recovered from yesterday’s toil 
I’m awakened to the smell of an early summer’s day

Honey suckle makes its heightened presence known
As it thickens the air with pungent perfume
Soft, sunrays through the opened window shone 
And cast shadows of climbing ivy in costume

While brilliant blue skies steal their golden hue
Bid me arise and take in the vast beauty all around
The endless sunrises and sunsets, to pursue
When the world is young again and life is more profound

I hear the ocean’s call through the wind, ’come home’
Our long distance love affair still grows strong
It makes no difference where these feet may roam
In summer or winter, love endures and can’t be wrong
~*~
06/12/13


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'the ocean'

Abyssal, deep, the ocean flows and ebbs--drowning souls under, tide-like.


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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


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My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





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A frog like me

When Fancy`s Fairy barefooted runs in the happy green, 
The blond bees dance near honey comb in New Jersey…
One Ocean distance to lie in daily gray and self mercy:
This butterfly lost the way of Brasil Carnival just seen

In virtual  3D in the last movie of the “generation mall”
At the European new poles beyond the old courtain.
The goldfish .jpg ,pdf , new prezi in chatrooms mentain
Virtual people looking for exotic food, forgot the call.

Beyond pictures.jpg, new projects.prezi kept in leptop,
Postmodern hermeneutics of love lost the compass
And compassion in this aquarium whose ocean may pass 
All in those proclaimed Mayas last days ,they will  stop.

Staying on the large yellow water lily, a frog like me
Is fascinated by the ocean of your eyes and their swords.
 I Goggle out at the little crumbs of bread and words
As thrown by the good visitors of the small lake free.
 
“Your bread is dry and dull: You are not good for Soup!”
I wanted to share the dinner with my noble neighbor:
A reddish tortoise stopped near my poetical harbor.
I know. I know I don`t live in Galapagos with your group.

Defiant white and red beets wait on the table` bands;
Horse radishes with invisible pricking javelin, vinegar,
Turkey, salad decorated with sweet basil, potatoes eager.
Family, Trinity, prayers, smiles, candles shaking hands.


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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


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Transformation of Propensity

As I walk upon this road of life…
I desire the path absent from strife…
Free from monetary delusions…
Free from Egocentric energy games of confusion…
Moving from hoping there is greater purpose to existence…
Into knowing the significance of removing resistance…

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

Show me my dreams, revealing true desires…
Show me the mystery to ignite the passionate intension fire…
Show me my source of loves purity…
Free from judgments latent with fearful insecurities.

Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…

I am a seed floating among winds of change…
Nurtured by the fertility of divinity…
To flourish is to breathe…
Mind is the soil for my seeds of desire…
My spoken word is the sunlight, the water…
Creating materialization of tangible fruit…

 Floating within the ocean of motion, seeking to find inner peace…
Surrendering to the will of inquisitive nature, allowing false beliefs release…


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Ocean Friend

Tonight I drove down to the coast
to soothe my troubled mind
The ocean always speaks to me
with wisdom so sublime 

I found a place all by myself
and looked out to the sea
The memories of a thousand days
all gathered here for me

The ocean sounds they never fail
to take me far away
The breeze so gentle on my face
I love the ocean spray

The sand becomes my bed tonight
the waters cover me
The moon looks down from up above
my mind is trouble free


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Dusk at the Quay

Dusk at the quay

The dusk is here, down by the sea
A summer’s day, a nice cool breeze
And as the sun be sinking lower
A silence with it’s awesome power  
Descends on all for each to hear
As I feel the breath of God, so near.

The boats all anchored in the quay
They look so sleepy now
They wave and bob upon their beds
As the breeze touches their sails
They sit there sleeping till the morn
Then wake up gleaming with the dawn.

What is it then about the dusk?
That brings this silence on
What brings this sense of mystery?
When the sun it soon be gone
When crashing waves may hit the sand
All done with the aid of God’s firm hand.

I sit and watch the Sun go down
It’s the mystery of death
I see it sink then disappear
There’ll soon be nothing left
For the Sea does rob him of his light
He’ll come back, though, with morning light.

14 September 2013 @ 0642hrs.


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Blue Escape

Looking out over the cliff to the waters azure, Pondering life’s questions that are so unsure. On the ocean waves floats all my dreams, While washing away my fears or so it seems. Morning light on the ocean produces a sapphire hue, While the water on blades of grass is a clear dew. The scenes seem so peaceful and full of grace, It just eases my soul and slows down my pace. Its quiet hypnotic trance produced seems to heal, Escaping the reality of life for a time is its appeal. Suddenly the wind churns the waters indigo blue, Human awareness returns to the things I knew.
Written July 29, 2012 For Francine Robert’s contest “On the ocean waves” Won 9th place


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The Farthest Shore

When the wave falls

on that farthest
shore

does it finally die.

When the swish of

the tumbling fall

cries into the
night,

who hears,

in it's soft sweet
cry

an echo of oceans
past.

On the winds swift
wings

past shallow sharp
reef

tonguing cold teeth

currents that sweep

the soundings deep

and beyond ken,

at first in front,

and then behind.


Moving in ranks

each one alone

yet by Nature's gift


one and the same.

To catch but a
reflection
from the wave
before,

and turning it
should

see that which has
stood,

not standing in Time

but all in align,

and to reach not out

across the trough of
desire

but into the depths

and find true self
there.


Earth spins true,

Universal laws
known,

to be obeyed and

dis obeyed,

swept by energies

flowing and real

as hot sun and cold
moon.

The exquisite tilt
exists

as an inquiring head

so that it all takes
place

beneath liquid feet

crossing a sea of
space.

With each sandy kiss

waves energy passed

to shifting sands,

to sound,

the outgoing wave

from shore to
rebound,

to meet off shore,

to unite once more

beyond trough and
crest,

in the ocean

we found.


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Naturacide

The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The vacant beach so moist is gone
The sea swells like a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of loneliness
 
Nature, tormented by time
Erodes herself and ebbs and flows
With the emotional tides of the moon
As the dawn breaks, fragments, scatters and is gone
The lone nascent emotion sparked within the soul
Embraces the new, the unpredictable
With all sense of time and order lost to the waves
Man falls into new nothingness
And finds sanity among the seasoned sighs of the tide
The warning whispers of the sea
 
The crying ocean weeps fresh tears
The nascent horizon is swallowed
The sea swells in a throbbing cry
Caught in the throat of despair

It is beautiful


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YOU HAD TO GO - QUATERN

I understand you had to go
Try to change you.. I wouldn't dare
So before you leave you should know
Your love and life are everywhere

You're the flowers in my garden
I understand you had to go
Kindly left me blooms that pardon
You're the colors in my rainbow

The rolling waves of ocean's flow
You are the stars in my night sky
I understand you had to go
But moonless evenings make me cry

A needed pause but not the end 
Beautiful fragrant afterglow
Can't breathe till you are back again
I understand you had to go

Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name: Do You Know Quatern?
Date: 4-28-14


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Drown

The water in my chest,
And my eyes, they burn,
Lungs burst for air,
They are losing all their turn.

My eyes see the light,
That swims in the water,
And as I sink,
My lungs burn hotter.

I try to breathe,
Yet only choke,
I scratch for the surface,
Pray that it be broke.

But I know that I,
Will soon touch sand,
But only beneath the waves,
I will never touch land.

So I close my eyes,
To be engulfed by the dark,
As as i slip away,
Shines bright,  the mark.

The deeper I go,
My dress cling to me,
As I drown,
Sink,
To the bottomless sea.


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The Weeping

And so begins the weeping,
The weeping that comes in waves;
Waves that crash in evening tide
To begin the sorrows fade.
And yet in sorrow I sit,
Melancholy under night;
Night whose air reminds me still
That remembrance is the light.
And who shall be the teller,
The meter for this old song?
Sung in whispers meant for none,
Save for those who may belong.
On air and breeze cries carry,
Yet alone they reach the sea.
And I endure their telling 
As the waves crash over me.

C.L.Baker©2013


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The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Ballad | |

Last Words of the Mariner

Lying here in this life’s final berth,
No longer escaping to the sea.
If the greatest lie of all is not birth,
Death is life’s great treachery.

I think back to the times I spent
Sifting through the briny deep,
Deeply inhaling the saliferous scent,
Pleasure enough to make one weep.

The grave awaits me, I now admit,
As mortality is seeping through.
For if eternity is not a infinite pit,
I hope it ends in the quenching blue.


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Sweet Chicane Journey

The curvature of her body   The sculpting of her mind
A chicane       With an Edge
Purposed to find

This river twisted they failed to quest
For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved
Its ocean journey never gave less

With agitated sea of reason
Its conscience slipped deep in the brine
Once a reef of clarity    On ocean floor darkest
Now lays with  coral skeletons of time

Lost to the moray of her smile       Years past
If existed concern or reflect
For beauty with an edge      As in ocean deep
Her estuary fixating         A sweet chicane of twice effect

The beauty of silence       Is a song the moray does sing
Storied is its sight      Welled of illusion
A fleeting enchantment     A nightmare in dream

With drop step glance     And upswept eyes, a melody loosed of her song
The piercing shards of subtle iniquity
A sharper vision     Did not any belong

With cast eyes, brought a letting of his soul
Rivulets of its being   With she, reminisce   Whispered song
In chambered heart   Her nautilus keepsakes of long ago

Just as the "Song of the Moray"    Which passed through silent gill
The receding lashed wake of their voiceless harmony
On empty beach its effervescence it did instill


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Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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Acid Dawn


Let us rest our heads upon the pillow of denial, turn twilight in the last clear reflection of the silent moon. Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, lest we be; 
...swimming in an acid dawn.

The corpse of shellings, scales a strewn, where once transparent was so blue,
this morning features scarlet hue, as skin is shredded in the burning morn. 
Where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards, 
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

...And come mid sun up, we shall bathe; 
within sulfuric, petrol waves and drink our lemon juice until we choke. 
Till our teeth rot and our tears evoke, the pandora’s box which we awoke. 

An orange bright, our arid plight, and we the specks of dust behind;
lurching a dehydrated, evaporated existence. Famine on our minds.
Walking footsteps which no longer walk, dreaming of the past to escape the future as the present seeps our blood and marrow, the desert sun, a piercing arrow, stabbing at our hearts.

We hobble, oh we hobble and we hobble through the wasted years, through bones and makeshift graves, we’ll hobble into the final age;
where vile droppings fell the freshness of the morning sea, turn to graveyards,
lest we be;
...swimming in an acid dawn.

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It is estimated that within the next decade or two that the ocean will become so acidic as to dissolve the shells of mollusks and shellfish.  This in addition to the already dwindling supply of precious fresh water which we must share with our animal friends.  A supply by the way that we contaminate regularly, a supply that simply cannot be renewed. 

Desalination was looked upon as the next great solution to water shortage despite it's expense. However considering how the oceans are becoming increasingly polluted due to oil spill after oil spill and Fukushima's constant radioactive leaks, in addition to the acidification of the ocean itself, it appears that we will have no viable water to look forward to in the future. 

This is life.  Forget profit, it doesn't exist.  Nature has no concept of wealth, only of survival. If we all die, everything that we've accomplished will be forgotten, nature has no use for it. Currency will return to being simply paper and stone, and nothing else.

We need to stop thinking about ourselves and think of our children and all the other species that live upon the earth.


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Beach Walkers

Retreat into the shimmering sand,
with bare feet just drifting along.
Contemplating the waves, the wind
and the voices, follow them all.

Try not to think as you breath,
let go of that endless refrain.
Deconstructing the ways, the pain
and the choices, let go of them all.

Silhouettes like ghosts straight ahead,
and sea gulls that open their shells.
The salty sensations, the distant
reflections, crossing over the wall.

Beach walkers stalking the day,
reconnecting the roots to their core,
The eternal foundation, and love’s 
constellation, take care of us all.


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My Love

It comes from my heart
It flows like a river
You are the ink 
I am the paper
Together we give life to the words of love
You are the ocean 
I am the sun
We meet, and our chemistry evokes love
It is the color of the sun 
Softly kissing the ocean and
Her lips turn peach in shade

My love is what I profess
My heart is what I propose
If you will, keep in your coffers
With my trust, you I bequeath
My dreams, with you I will subsist
I submit my being 
Not because I am beguiled
But because 
I am speechless


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sit with me

i want to drink from your river
cool me when its humid
arent we only human?
following the current
i look for the familiar
when a crowd gathers
make friends from strangers
grounded with whats common
patience slows the tempo
who wants to rush to no where
sit back and feel the moment
it lasts to seal a silence
greater than our ocean
earth is just an island
explanations  be forgotten
deeper in holy science
meager and oh so private
pain and the like is
each their own perspective
doesn't true the righteous
sharing cups of water
cause hungry minds get thirsty
remember theres no hurry
these are priced from purchase


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Winter Daze

As I gaze out upon the open sea
I am but bombarded with strife
for everything I touch dissolves away
I crash repeatedly on the ocean floor
surrounded by deafening beauty
The calmness almost evades my senses
as I am rushed and pushed upon the rocks
baffled by the omnious outlook of what is
and was a season of hatred known as my life
I am but doomed to drown in my own abyss
symbolic second only to the insurmountable
climb ahead of me
it would take an ocean to wash away my sins
and an ocean to cleanse me through
but as I pray for winter to approach
I finally realize winter has come early
for this is my winter daze.


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' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …


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To Sleep Naked With The Wolves

Those hazel eyes that pull back with the tide 
And come alive when submerged 
She had a witch’s way about her 
So spellbinding and lost 
with her jeans of the week 
dingy and dilapidated 
that spoke of wild nights 
being desired, and left desiring 
They fit so well with 
Her cross to bear 
her beautiful brown hair 
And the uninvited eyes it’d bring 
Lonesome was all she ever wanted 
On a sandy bluff somewhere 
Leaning into the wind 
In the arms of love’s memory 
It’s so much clearer when it’s gone 
To sing when no one’s listening 
To sleep naked with the wolves 
These are the things she needs


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Ripples in the Sea

When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars,
My mind wanders as I search for where you are.
Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found.
Standing alone at the Ocean’s edge and hearing its roar,
My heart pounds and aches for so much more.
Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea,
I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me.
Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see.
One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me.
Infinity with the depths of this Sea, 
This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me.
Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea,
Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me.
Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me!
Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea.
Endless and endless ripples!
This vision I know I will forever see!
I hold my breath and carry a true smile, 
Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile.
Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, 
The depth of this Ocean covers over me.
I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me?
So if ever in search for that which you know you believe,
Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea.
One by one they collide crashing directly into me.
I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me.
Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me!
Feel what has been given just for the love of me!
So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe,
Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea.
The ripples one by one know you will believe.
They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea,
And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.


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Gratitude

Birthdays come but once a year
A day we celebrate, a day to cheer
We all know the day we're born and our age
For birthdays bring us joy or change of stage

The day I celebrated my fourty-ninth year
On the other side of the world fear
Horror for a young girl named Heather
Who was swimming in ocean waters from boat tethered

Swimming around the ocean deep 
Working up an appetitate for something to eat
Was a great white shark fourteen feet, whopper
Jaws powerful enough to bite through copper

At home I thought I had turned fifty
I figured this year would be very nifty
My father who was in his nineties
Reminded me that I was only fourty-ninty

In a land way down yonder
A girl named Heather was pulled under
Great white figured she was good meat
Nice and tender a very tasty treat

A girl named Heather was saved
That very day lived to be one to praise
People who worked to keep her alive
She praised God who lives in hearts and on high

Sara lived many years
Saw her grandsons through tears
She was the strength and glue
Who saw her family's problems through

Just in recent years in a land down under
A fourteen foot great white shark did blunder
Caught in a fisherman's net
He'll probably live this mistake regret

No, the fisherman cuts the lines
Frees his catch and shark from bind
Now the shark he named Cindy
Follows him around even when windy

Follows him everywhere he goes
Let's him pet her on her nose
Rub her belly and dorsal fin
She even grunts and tries to grin

Which of these do you think is the most grateful
Heather who is now disable
The shark who was spared his life
Or Sara the mother, grandmother, and wife


(The story about Heather is true. The shark circled and bit her right leg.  Then circled and 
grabbed her left leg.  The people on the boat were hitting the shark and try to pull her into 
the boat and the shark took her whole left leg off.  She was only attended by a nurse who 
was on the boat and radioed a doctor on shore as to what to do.  She was 20 hours away 
from the nearest doctor.  She was lifeflighted to a hospital in California where she had to 
have multiple surgeries and now has an artificial leg.     The story about the shark caught in 
a fisherman's net was really not true.  The grandmother here was a true story.)