Ocean Cry
The quiet walk upon the shore,
The quiet need for something more.
The quiet cry of some seagull,
The rowing of a boat that is halfway full.
The putt putt of a motor,
spraying out of water.
The soft, grainy sand beneath my feat,
The geese flying south in V shaped fleet.
The light spray of water upon my face,
The Great Big Blue ending in a trail of lace.
The light green grass swaying in the breeze,
The cooling air gives you so much ease.
Oh tell me now,
Oh tell me when,
whenever shall I see you again?
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