A Poem By Me At 19 Yrs Old, I'm 67 Now.

To see the cliffs I won't be
by the water of the open sea.
to see the gull fly open wing with
hungery eyes of cries I sing.
I won't taste the salty spray from
wave that thrust into the bay.
I won't feel the brisk wind chill
my naked skin upon that hill
I won't be, nor never shall I even hear the sounds
quiet so clear as if I were by the water of the open sea.
MsOracle MsOracle
70+, F
Mar 31, 2012