“Longing for the ocean” (Poem)

“Longing for the ocean”

  

(My home town, where I grew up as a kid. The Promenade, Gourock. Scotland)

Oh! To walk that sandy beach, right now it seems far out of reach

Again to see the waves as they roar, as they splash against the rugged shore

To smell the scent of salt in the air, as the ocean breeze blows through my hair 

Searching for sea shells as I explore, as I stroll through seaweed washed ashore

The rocks are slippery green with slime; it appears they’ve been there for some time

Here and there between the reef the starfish are scattered on the beach

As I run my fingers through the sand I didn’t know it could be so grand

Splashing my feet through the white capped waves as the water’s rushing to make its way

The pebbles they’re soothing to my feet on the rocks the seagulls take a seat

This is the day that I dream of, being next to the ocean that I love

Written by ChrisTurner

March 26, 2013.


Chris Turner is a residential/commercial
painting contractor in Edmonton Alberta Canada
chris_turner@shaw.ca