Raised at the shore of the Atlantic

Live to go there over and over again

I have visited the Gulf, the Pacific,

And other great bodies of to swim.

I’ve set sail and enjoyed it with my friends.

As a child, my grandfather made me a boat

He whittled it; made a surprise by his hands

A small flat bottomed boat called a skiff

Would go far out relaxing in the boat adrift

The Coast Guard would send a small barge

Running me back with a shout to the shore

Shouting over the megaphone, so large

The sound many would hear at their door

In the town they knew one was out too far.

I didn’t mind and it didn’t discourage me

For I longed to be out there at the water bar

I would go out again and again there to be

Great presence in one of natures greatest to me

Thank you for your visiting at the shores sea

Copyright June 29, 2006 msmert, Mercedes Summers