The Owsley Tidepool
A Longing
How I long for the blue of the ocean,
How I long for the sound of the sea,
And for the little white-capped waves
That talk and sing to me.
I long for the quiet of ocean beach
That runs along the shore,
And the perfect silence over all
Except for the breaker's roar.
The waves all tell me stories-
Stories of the sea,
Stories that fright and astonish
People like you and me.
Stories of fearful shipwrecks,
Stories that mermaids keep,
And all that happems down below
In the kingdom of the deep.
And that is the reason I long to go
Back to the deep, blue sea,
And sit in the quiet, yellow sand,
In the place where I love to be.
(Milancie Hill,my maternal aunt, published 1929)
Nature
Beckoning Through Poetry
Copyright © Milancie Hill Adams 1998