Treasure Island

Philip Charles Brown


Missing the Sea


The sea, the sea I've missed it
Thrown so far from your shores
A land I'm in, and not again
I fear I'll hear your roar's
Although not born beside you
And never deep inside you
I have been thrown so deep inside
A land like you so high and wide
I miss ye, I miss ye
Deep and roaming sea
My fondest mind, in it I find
A longing to be close to you
The salty air and grainy course sand
Rocks strewn around, to define the land
A cliff and the sky, just roaming on by
I miss you for this flatest land
For this I hope without your sand
I know someday I will rejoice and
hear the waves splashing voice
I will wait, for I know I'll be
resting my ears and eyes, upon the sea

Submitted: Saturday, February 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 02, 2013
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