I look out past the weathered driftwood,
with sea birds surrounding me.
I draw in a long deep breath,
inhaling, the scent, of the roaring sea.

Against the seaweed incrusted rocks,
hits hard, the rolling tide.
As the white capped rippled waters lap,
the seashore far and wide.

A tune of peace, and tranquility it plays,
as sea birds, and water keep in time.
My soul refreshed and soothed,
it claims this heart of mine.

So calming, quaint and breathtaking,
it's beauty is to me.
As I look out upon the waters of the,
Turquoise Roaring Sea.

Elizabeth Ann Bushey©
March~7~2006
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