Only The Good TimesA Poem by Lydia ShutterThe Atlantic Ocean has been a constant in my life.photo courtesy of dreamstime.com Your depth can not be measured
you smooth operator you yet it is perhaps that uncertainty drawing me into your whirlpool right now as day opens the door to a sultry dusk Since forever you have been mine
I never needed a Moon River and Old Man River was not my type I only wanted you and your waters took me places I had only heard about in stories ones I remember so well and will live on infinitum You watched as I created dream castles on your shoreline first in Jersey then in Florida then taught me nothing lasts
forever as you grabbed freshly built towers of wet sand in your mighty arms and threw them to a place I would imagine that night It was always you my constant no matter where I roamed Memories wash to your shores
some now wracked with seaweed and shattered shells but tonight my mighty Atlantic Ocean with a toe kissed by your surging tide I draw a smile in the sand and remember only the good times © 2013 Lydia ShutterFeatured Review
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