Back again armed with another poem. Had written it in a burst of inspiration , lost it in a hotel room and reproduced it in bits and pieces from memory.
For a city girl like me,
What a pleasure was the sea.
The roar and the splash,
The white foam and the mighty crash.
Again and again and one more time,
One by one all crashing in a line.
It licks your feet and kisses your toes,
Only one of it's many faces it now shows.
But beware of the sea for it was be friend or foe,
With nature there is always a line you can't toe.
There's beauty and power all in one,
And none to complain about how it's been done.
See what lies beneath it's calm surface,
Animals and plants in a watery haze.
The salty breeze that tosses your hair,
Comes straight from the sea God's lair.
Look at the horizon, see the band of blue,
Be washed with splendor anew.
God for some,Provider for many more,
Sunken treasures and pirates galore.
Sit for a while,absorb the sound
Or bury your feet in the sand all round.
Capture the moment, breathe in the sea
To conjure at a moments notice the enigmatic sea!
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