The Shallows - Poem by Hope Jenson
Shallow ponds, at first glance, are fine sightes to behold.
There is nothing unexpected, no monsters to fear, and the water is rarely cold.
But once you delve in you soon get bored, for shallow pools with no secrets can never hold your interest. And there's one thing about waters of little depth, they can easily be swayed, by outward forces, out of your control, that do not care for your play.
I once saw the ocean, and felt a little fear. How can a thing that goes so deep ever be held dear?
But as I've grown, and visited other ponds, I always find myself return to the ocean. With its' secrets, and with its' depths, I've found the mystery a pleasure. I now tally the feet and the secrets to measure
the worth of the waters I have not yet dared to venture.
I know it is easier to deal with the shallows, for they do not put up a battle. But the ocean has a certain pull, both beautiful and twisted, and I love it dearly for it.
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