I’ve seen the windmills by the sea
I’ve listened as the gulls scold me
The waves that wash the sandy shores
They whisper while the ocean roars.
Like dew that rests upon the rose
Then disappears as mornings close
The sun now rises warming all
After the cool of late nightfall !
Thus it is as our goal proceeds
So much beauty among the weeds
But who can choose what does belong
It is God’s option, right or wrong !
Claire V. Bogdanos 