A Sea Poem

The sea swells large in laid out waves,

It draws the feet too close.

Each swell and splash procure a laugh

And claps the crinkled toe. 

Quickly running, quickly leaping

Away from the pulling tides.

The youth who knows the simple truth,

The secret the soft sea hides.

Can England truly lie so far

My eyes it cannot reach?

And this smooth shell across the swell

Has landed on my beach?

Sand grabs my skin and teases me

With tricks and flicks my cheek.

I brush it off and it does scoff.

Hope for release is bleak.

The sand and sea mix thoroughly.

Fantasy mingles, too.

Creation of castles on sandy grass hills

And moats with waters so blue.

Hearts contented with hands to hold

Spur love between you and me.

We both are here and have no fear

In this sweet reverie.

Aged hands guide first delights

With knowing trepidity.

For all things teach and all things grow

The minds of babes continuously.

Hello. Goodbye. The sea replies

In time with each heartbeat.

It holds our gaze, sure to amaze.

To leave is bittersweet.

Through the years the sea brings tears

Some sorrowing, some bright.

Trust is earned, for the sun does burn

Our memories stronghold tight.

Thank you sea, your waves and breeze

Wrap our souls with love

From God, the one who made you blow

Swift down from heaven above.