I wander to the beach to listen to the waves cascading along the shoreline
in all their grace. Even though the waves are thundering
up and down the coast with all the fury they can muster,
I feel at peace just watching the sea water slap
against the sand pebbles, tossing them about in a fluster.
Maybe it's because of the turmoil I am in when
I seek the serenity of those sounds, for it helps to calm me,
Or that I just love the swishing, swashing of the
ocean waves and the breezes that are so balmy.
I only know that the waves bring me peaceful joy,
an awesome feeling for the force which they have upon the beach,
As they wash up driftwood and debris, settling the
sand back down for us to enjoy within our reach.
I watch the seagulls soaring in the air, the sandpipers
running to get away from the water as it splashes and churns,
The uncovered sand crabs scuttle to hide themselves
once more, for fear of being eaten by the terns.
I see the pelicans with their beaks full of fish
gathered from the ever pulsating watery waves
And I often wonder what is going on in the vast
array of mysterious underwater caves.
As I look out at the horizon I see some floating ships,
like castles on the water so icy blue,
And all the fishing boats bouncing along,
hoping for a full net of fish or two,
I marvel at the dolphins jumping in the fishing boats quake
looking for an enjoyable dish,
For I am reminded that the ocean is full
of different species of animals and fish.
And then I hear "Thar she blows!"
as someone begins to jump and shout,
For there on the surface of the frosty ocean
I can see a great whale's waterspout,
Gushing into the breezy air and floating back into
the water so cold and so dark,
Which reminds me of the geyser "Old Faithful" in Yellowstone Park.
I spy a sea otter tapping his chest with a rock,
trying to open the clam, oyster or abalone that
he captured for a delicious feed, And then frolicking
once more amongst the many patches of sea weed.
I watch the people sunning themselves, some strolling
on the beach looking for that precious sand dollar or conch shell,
To put to their ears and hear the ocean which
will remind them of the beach stories to tell.
I can't help notice the children flying kites
while running in and out of the beating waves, wanting more,
And the dedicated surfers trying to find the biggest
wave so they can ride it back to the shore.
But my favorite time is when everyone has gone home
and I am alone and just as the sun begins to set anew.
I see the beautiful colors of the rainbow in the sky
and the now calm ocean receding so it can have it's rest too.
The serenity and peace of the ocean
is a wondrous thing to behold,
Much more precious than the gems so coveted
and covered in silver and gold.
So when you need time out to get away from your burdens
and are in need of the tranquility,
Won't you come to the ocean and sit and watch it with me?
for writing this original poem
for my website.
Email: Skunklady1@aol.com
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