The sea moans for me
With its frothing, foaming, undulating waves
It moans for me.
Broken shells
Armless starfish
Lie scattered upon the shore
And call for me to listen.
The sea moans for me
With its cresting, arching, tidal waves
It moans for me.
The sea moans for me
With its frothing, foaming, undulating waves
It moans for me.
Broken shells
Armless starfish
Lie scattered upon the shore
And call for me to listen.
The sea moans for me
With its cresting, arching, tidal waves
It moans for me.
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor