The Sea Poem by Erika Heslop Martin

The Sea got out of its terrible dream,
Rocking back and forth releasing steam,
Spitting out some gorgeous little creatures,
Along with some pulchritudinous articles.

The sea leaped into the air and crashed to the shore,
Crying and shouting, snoring and roaring,
Splashing and dashing to the shore.

The sea rises, roars, rumbles and
Reaches for the fresh, free, fabulous air,
In returning to its spot,
The wind wrinkled, the weird wild sea.