Claire V. Bogdanos

I know a place where seaweed grows

In quiet and secluded coves

Where sea air whines its plaintive song

And we somehow can sing along

While  waves and shore do gently kiss

Having found their unfettered bliss.

Bold seagulls here and there may fly

And dive and swoop and cloud the sky

With sights and sounds that scold the tide

Beside the beach where seashells bide

And hide in shallows tossed between

While God reviews this magic scene !