Tuesday, August 27, 1974

Restless Sea, by Marie MacIntyre

Restless Sea upon the shore,
You sweep the sands and come back
somemore.

What shall I find upon the Sands -
Glass floats from a far off land?

Strange creatures dot the sand.
Are they found in a far off land?

Sands of white, and sometimes black
To these sands I would get back -

To my Islands across the sea.
I hear their voices calling me.


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