Emma Jayne
The fish are gone. Nothing is okay.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Ocean
I wash against the golden sand
Whispering to all those who can hear me
By night I am calm and quiet
By day I splash and gargle and laugh
Sailboats sail and motorboats speed
Who am I? I am the ocean.
How did you like my poems?
1 comment:
Thelma
said...
I love your poetry...and I love you.
November 20, 2008 at 9:43 AM
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I love your poetry...and I love you.
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