Echoes of our walking to and fro
Are heard on weathered wood planks -
A rhythmic song of thanks
Made from our feet
Blending in with songs made by other lively soles
Who have also come to breathe deep the ocean air-
Walking near a faithful congregation of gulls
Who quietly rest on soft white sand in prayer
Under God's golden sun.
Low flying cormorants journey in "V" formation
Hover the waters with a definite mission-
Eager to Explore
Looking together carefully...
Skillfully for a much needed provision.
"Mother Ocean" is certainly wide enough and
Polite enough to please
Providing with great ease
What the cormorants
Have been steadily searching for.
Echoes of our walking to and fro
Are heard on weathered wood planks -
How many echoes have been made this day
By travelers passing by this way?
How many yesterday ?How many tomorrow-
How many travel here with their joy
Or with their sorrow...
How many come here to appreciate the view-
of the birds,the emerald sea
and of other souls too ?
