White caped waves
In the curl of the sea
Smell of the ocean air
On the white sandy beach.
Colors of the sky
Roaring of the sea
Walking in the wet sand
With my hair blowing in the breeze.
Rolling of the waves
splashing on the beach
Seagulls flying over
In the roaring sea.
Reflections from the sun
Casting colors upon the sea
splashing of the waves
that roll under my feet.
Naute bad(as in nautical-get it?) This was a good poem with an effervescent overflow of refreshing originality. Somewhere in my many poems i'm sure i've written about the ocean and seagulls or sea otters.Too bad there are'nt beaches in Oklahoma(that i am aware of- that is) I have been to Californian beaches as well as Chicago's own Lake Michigan. I miss the sand between my toes while inmersed in waves of wetness. Good poem and God bless and best regards-Mike Gale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely done, it is almost like i was there, great work.