The Ocean

Jessica YungPoetry 2009Leave a Comment

The silvers splash

The seagulls coo

The fish swoosh under

Waves of blue

Beneath her hand

Her tender smooth

Skin, billowing sails

fly past the roof

of her mouth,

Her cries of sorrow

Heard today

Forgotten tomorrow.

A streamlined bode

of slick, white foam

Swift as sound

E’er free to roam

‘Cross seven seas

But not beyond

Land she despises

Sea most fond

Her sons and daughters

Lakes of gold

She will protect

A hundredfold.

The Ocean

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