Ocean Mist
Walking along the beach
Salty air, I can smell,
I enjoy days like these
It does my heart and soul well.
The ocean mist sprays me
But, I don't mind at all,
It's where I was brought up
On the shoreline, I stand tall.
I listen to the sea birds
That are gathered around,
Waves beat up against the rocks
To this place, my heart is bound.
When I was a little girl
My grandfather, would bring me here,
To walk along the beach
In my soul, this place, I hold so dear.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.5/2005
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