The Ocean
by
Carole Hearn
I the Ocean bright and blue
Rush over sand picking up shells
In big waves moving them to shore
For hermit crabs to make homes in
\I the Ocean make a grandeur place
For vistors to come feel
My mist on their face
I am so vast they are taken aback with me
\I the Ocean carry ships to ports
Give life to creatures big and small
Hold secrets known to no man
I am deep and mysterious
\I am alive
Rush over sand picking up shells
In big waves moving them to shore
For hermit crabs to make homes in
\I the Ocean make a grandeur place
For vistors to come feel
My mist on their face
I am so vast they are taken aback with me
\I the Ocean carry ships to ports
Give life to creatures big and small
Hold secrets known to no man
I am deep and mysterious
\I am alive
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Poetry.com 3.8 out of 5 based on 5 votes.
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great message in verse
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good
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Good poem
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of the ocean, but doesn't connect with me much
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No rhyme, no clear and concrete theme or story. No poetic flow. For instance -
'I the Ocean bright and blue
Rush over sand picking up shells' What does it mean?
Punctuation are also absent.
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