Shore Poem by Ella Goodman

Because I fancy the endless shore
Running good miles kissing the sky at times
Eternal beauty strike its face, glory defined
Moments dwell, there in her arms the pebbles
They come, in chaste delight lie on her palms.
From morn till dusk, from twilight till dark
The Foaming surfs break into her lap,
Silently she smiles and hear their pangs,
Of good tides, moments of love,  
Of how they rush to glance their forbidden love,
Some tales of unfulfilled deep true bond
Shaken by nature's rude strewn luck,
Some rustic forgotten maiden's seigh
Who awaits to see the sails fluttering high
From whence peeping from board her lover shall smile
Enriching her world in crimson light....
Oh! Pretty Shore thou run through miles
Speckled with white grainy sprite!
Oh Delphi Queen! Thou art true saint
Embracing all timid or great
Thy boundless face, wide open arms
Arouse new flames of youthful mirth
I fancy thus the timeless shores
In whose embrace I open my core....