The Waves - Poem by James McLain
Having to go out, I did.
Water murky the top covered in white caps.
Tough woman I like as well.
Never the less after reaching the buoys.
I made it look easy, it was not.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to fake it.
Seeing all of the little children at play,
made me of mine, not even less more.
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