Poem July 16th 2015

Inspite of Shipwreck
Shipwrecked on land I may be;
but inside of me;
lives the sea.
I close my eyes
I feel my native ocean’s call.
It gives me strength
when I face life’s squalls.
When I dance;
the wind from home carries me;
I fly happily as if it were a shanty.
If feel I lonely;
the fog’s hug
gets rid of the loneliness’ bug.
Yes, I miss it.
I can close my eyes;
I am there;
fills me with good cheer.
It is even better when I am physically there.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)July 2015