The Beauty Of The Ocean Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Looking ahead,
As for, as my eyes can see,
The beauty of the ocean,
Brings a peaceful feeling to me.

Walking across the dirt,
Balancing, on rocks with my hands,
As my step's approach,
I start to feel,
The warmth of the sand.

I can feel a warm breeze,
From the wind, upon my face,
As I watch the waves,
Coming to the shore,
As if they were having a race.

Such a power and force,
As the moon controls, the tide,
I can see some brave souls,
On their small thin boards,
Trying to catch, a ride.

During the day,
The glare of the sun,
So blinding and bright,
And in the evening,
The reflection, of the moon,
Creates, a romantic night.



Tom Maxwell copyright 3/11/2006 A.D.