The Ocean Poem by Elizabeth Wrobel

Sitting on the soft white sand,
I gaze across the ocean to another land.
Beyond the horizon, I'm limited to what I see,
So I enlist my imagination to create a scene for me.
The waves are gracefully breaking on the awaiting shoreline,
Very soon I'll have to leave this glorious state of chronic sunshine.
Again I'll experience this, I'll never forget a thing,
Each time I hear the state's Mockingbird sing.
Vivid in the scent of an orange blossom or in the site of a tall palm tree,
Wherever I travel, I will always keep these precious memories with me.