The Shore Line - Poem by AHO Speaks
The Shore Line
The ides of March in their season
To bring on Spring is their reason.
Ocean waves weaving caps of white
Soaring seagulls adding to the sight.
Lifeless solitary oak trees
Moving and bending to natures breeze.
Buds on their limbs waiting to sprout
Hurry Spring they seem to shout.
Let us feel your warmth and splendor
To nourish and renew us so tender.
Bring us back from the previous season
To let us grow and live as one reason.
Provide us the gifts that come from the sky
The sun and rain and never ask why.
Allow us to become part of that which you do care
A segment of your limitless bounty which you share.
04-30-06 Aho Speaks
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