The Ocean, A magical place indeed. The sun’s so bright,
The birds at play. The soft scent of salt misting through the air, From the big powerful thunderous waves.
I love to lay on the white sands of bliss. This place was blessed with a kiss from the heaven’s above. It’ll put your mind at ease, So help keep the beach’s clean.
Mother nature is tough. But, This just isn’t enough. Help do your part & keep our beaches
clean. As during the summer this can be seen. By Bill Sawyers
I received a Trophy from poetry.com on 10/02/04
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem