And thou, vast ocean! On whose awful face time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
- Robert Montgomery
Long Beach (Naga Uta)
Ocean waves ripple
Tides ebb and flow, in and out
It's all about life
Inhaling and exhaling
Waves rush in slap, slap
Leaving driftwood in their wake
Roaring drowns all out
Quieting my care worn soul
Renewing my life itself
2001/2003/2007 © Sue Barton
This is rewritten and posted in response to Amy George's writing challenge - The Motif of the Sea
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depiction of how and why we love the sea, the mother of our rhythm.