The open sea,
sea is where
the ocean breeze dances
around the bay of Portland all day
tourist flock
the ocean breeze
dance around the Portland bay
all day
tourists (and seagulls) flock
to glimpse the blue
or taste the sea’s fruit
of the mouth, of the mighty beast, our ocean
where the squid slide through the salty sea
and where fish draw to the food thrown by the visitors
and where my family’s from,
in Maine.
5 comments:
I've only been to the ocean once, but your peice made me remember it so vividly. I liked your vocabulary.
Good play on words
I've been to the ocean so many times, and this explains it very good. Good job!
I loved the flow of the poem. It reminds me off memories on the beach.
Makes me feel as if I was at the ocean
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