Monday, April 14, 2008
In From the Sea
When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear
The crackle of palm fronds breaking free from the heat
The hiss of sea oats defiantly bowing inland
The whisper of sand celebrating its lofty release from gravity
The sputter of foam cascading skyward cut from wave caps
The chimes of delicate shells dancing across dunes
When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear
The prayers of ancient mariners reaching home
-Theo
The above poem is dedicated in loving memory of my grandfather who was, among many things, a sailor.
Posted by: Theophany at 1:31 PM
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When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear
The crackle of palm fronds breaking free from the heat
The hiss of sea oats defiantly bowing inland
The whisper of sand celebrating its lofty release from gravity
The sputter of foam cascading skyward cut from wave caps
The chimes of delicate shells dancing across dunes
When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear
The prayers of ancient mariners reaching home
-Theo
The above poem is dedicated in loving memory of my grandfather who was, among many things, a sailor.
Posted by: Theophany at 1:31 PM
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