O is for Ocean


The Atlantic Ocean, so majestic and vast
I gaze at the waves and imagine times past,
Point Michaud on the Cape Breton coast
Is one of the places I love the most,
The waves so huge, all capped with white
Crashing and splashing with all their might,
Being here makes my life seem small
I’m a blink of an eye in the scheme of it all,
The ocean keeps going on and on
And will continue long after I’m gone.

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  1. Grace Grits and GardeningApril 17, 2013 at 6:12 AM

    There is something soothing about knowing the ocean will be there long after we are gone...I almost did ocean too:)

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    1. UnknownApril 17, 2013 at 6:15 AM

      Great minds think alike,eh,Talya? Off to read your post next.

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  2. UnknownApril 17, 2013 at 9:51 AM

    Lovely poem. It is one of those things that are ever changing but still constant.

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  3. ChocolattezApril 17, 2013 at 10:13 AM

    evocative of the sea..

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  4. Catch My WordsApril 17, 2013 at 6:47 PM

    I love the ocean; however, seeing one is a rare treat. I wish I lived closer to a shore.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  5. Mary PurpariApril 17, 2013 at 9:00 PM

    I'm originally from California, and was a true California Beach bunny until I moved away. BooHoo, how I miss going to the beach everyday.

    http://marypurpari.blogspot.com/2013/04/o-is-for-obtuse.html

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  6. SuzyApril 18, 2013 at 3:55 PM

    Nice poem. Whenever my mind is turbulent, I close my eyes and imagine a serene ocean in the sunset or sunrise. Always brings me peace.

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