Footprints swaying in the sand,
Ocean's approaching to give us a hand.
The flailing of the o'l sea Otter,
As the tide is spraying as not to bother.
Minding my own, not wanting thy druthers,
Outstretched hands, as one to others.
Sibling, family and cousins into buffers,
Sisters and aunts, wanting their brothers!
Launching my prayers into thy yonder,
bring in all memories, not sad, but yet so
fonder!


Michael Jeffrey Gale

Copyright ©2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale

Michael Gale

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