in the deep blue sea where fishes school
in seaweed thick, or shallow pools
currents play without remorse
sweeping waves on a violent course
listen to the whispers of each wave
of pirates lost to early graves
wooden ships rest on bottom sand
maybe to be discovered again
drifting above with full blown sail
coming about with much detail
on we go with steady keel
listing next to harbor seals
the sun dips gently in the west
a wonderful day that we were blessed
wet feet step in once smooth sand
I can't wait to sail again
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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