Scenic views of the Atlantic ocean,
penetrating my mind with it's swelling
waves and beautiful tides, running into
me whenever I think of it back in New Jersey.
Liking everything that I remember about those
days when younger and freer.
Mounting steps in ways of wisdom that are
exacting and full of precise memories kept
close to my heart through the years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem