Ok! The secret is out. This is what I do while in FL. I want to share a poem I wrote about the ocean. It is, I think, what would be classified as an environmental statement actually. There has been much said lately on our local tv about the debris along the roads. It washes down into the streams that flow out to the Gulf and then the Gulf spits it back up on our beautiful beaches.I call it Restless Ocean--
Knocking on the shore
Berms, dunes, fences, grasses
A wall built by man
to keep her visits to
a minimum.
She comes to her shore
like an unwelcome relative.
She comes to claim what is hers.
Man opens windows
to allow her to come in.
She comes, she claims
every twelve hours.
She drags it back with her
As she spits out
plastic bottles, cans - debris,
flotsam, jetsum -
Sort of - except
it doesn't come from the Ocean but from
shore; from her visits
through those open windows.
Gifts of welcome?
I think not.
Hope your weekend is safe and pleasant.
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