• I do not love the open sea
    Were ships can be destroyed
    yet I love its’ melody
    strung upon its’ cords

    The waves which break upon the beach
    And disappear into the sand
    the way the sea gulls fly and screech
    yet hold themselves so grand

    How the children laugh and play
    yet never understand
    That their beach will be gone some day
    by negligence of us man

    How the old fishermen talk
    With enthusiasm untathered
    Of how the sea they all once walked
    To find some fish to gather

    And at night the crackling fires
    all teens have made at once
    To find their unspoken desirers
    To be cool with friends for once

    In the sea a lot has happened
    Some small then some grand
    But it’s upon the sea's great boarder
    is were I make my stand