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Topic: Trees (12/05/05)
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By Marilyn Schnepp
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The perfect day,
How would you write it?
And what would you say?
"Hmmm.....", I thought,
That's quite a chore.
'Cause nobody's asked me
That question before!
But all of a sudden
It became quite clear;
I had the answer....
And you can read it right here!
A perfect day
On Earth for me
Is walking barefoot
By the sea.
Hearing the sounds
Of the ocean's roar
As foam capped waves
Roll onto shore.
I love to feel
That rythmic beat
When surf meets sand
Beneath my feet!
Then to sit in the sand
Neath the shade of a tree,
Those beautiful palm trees
That live by the sea!
And the smell of salt water
In the air...
And the ocean breeze
Blowing through my hair!
It seems that Heaven's
Within my reach
Whenever I walk
On that sunlit beach.
I think I can feel
The touch of God's hand
And hear Him say,
"I understand".
Oh, how I love
The surf, sand and sea!
And over and over
It beckons to me.
For down by the sea
Is where I find
Peace and contentment
For my worried mind..
But the Bible states
And I know it's true
"There'll be no sea
In the earth made new".
But, please, Dear God,
I ask of Thee,
Make an exception
Just for me.
And build my mansion
On a cliff by the sea
And there I will live
For Eternity!
"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth.....and there was no more sea. (Rev 21:1 (KJV)
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I could feel the sea in your words.
No, this doesn't carry the theme of trees throughout but is a wonderful poem nevertheless. Good job! Looking forward to reading more of your poetry!
Thus, the title.
When I read this poem, I thought a lot about how much the ocean means to me. I also thought about how much it means to other people. I have a brother who is about your age and one day we went to Jamestown, Rhode Island. He sat on a rock and for a few minutes I ceased to exist. He looked out at the ocen that had served as an inspiration to him for so many years and I just felt like he was communing with his God. He is a good and beautiful man and I love him dearly even if he DOES have more hair than his little brother.
Thanks for a nice trip down memory lane.
Pauly