The big pond
By Fiona Cummings
The ocean ripples its turquoise shape
Of a friendly white wave
The beauty of it, there’s no escape
The shells beat towards the sand
Not knowing their destiny of where they will land
Grey fierce rocks point with strong images
Casting shadows making access limited
The salty smell lingers
With a strong grip of sea life fingers
Driftwood floats
Broken boats
Mystery’s hide in the depth of the water
Forgotten ghosts
Who sailed the seas
Bringing back treasures and memories
Who’s lives were taken
In weathers unforgiving
The sea can be hell
And at the same time heaven
As the splashing, salted sounds string together
Choruses of harmony forever
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