Ocean

in the ocean mystical things happen

As I go deeper into the un-discovered deep, cold, mysterious Ocean, I start to feel a tingle of excitement, a great white shark, maybe even sunken treasure from a long time ago, who knows what is under this great blue, as I look below I see animals, the only kind I have seen in picture books and dreams when I was a younger child, I am running out of air and have to swim to the surface away from this beautiful dream.

Reviews

[apocalypse]

Thats a really innocent write.
feels good to read stuff like this ..:)

[Coyote Poetry]

I was older when I was station in California. I loved the ocean. I suicide boarded the big storms with the surfers. Ocean is still one of my dreams. A excellent poem. The ocean must be a site for a child.
Coyote