Can
you Sea
Brady
Smith
8/22/98
The
seagull's call signals the coming of the waking
ocean.
The
fish that springs from her can not be
contained.
For
it is free as the birds fly in the endless wide open
sky.
Crackling
waves that hug old wooden oak cools the
sea.
The
ocean breeze that uplifts our hair, fulfills the sail to move us though
the endless waves.
And
all that is there is every were we just need to open our eyes to see
vastness
of the salty sea.