I Live By The Roaring Sea Poem by Paul Reed

I live by the roaring sea

By it's deep, dark slumbers there,

It's ferocious unknown monsters

It's salt-stench that pervades the air;



And I let it wander the caves of my mind

It's waves to roll and crash

To cleanse and ripple and sweep

Or the stubborn rocks to smash;



At any time I ever want

I can stand right by it's edge

On the grassy leas, over moonlit bays

On pier, on cliff, on ledge;



The seagulls wheel away and cry

They don't know much about me

But I am a part of their harsh world

For I live by the roaring sea.