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Background: Both of these poems come from the same source, namely me going down to a place by Lake erie where I like to relax, unwind, read, or simply observe and be amazed by how wonderful nature is. They're not very long, and I guess in a lot of ways they're the same poem. *Deep breath* Here goes:
My Place by the Shore
When I was young At moments, my fears, my desires, my problems Would take over my soul And from them there was, it seemed, no escape.
At these times I would go To a place by the shore To hear the waves lap, the sand shimmer, the breeze soothe And my fears, my desires, my problems Would slip away As Nature’s touch would feel, caress, and soothe Until I was at peace one more
Now, I am older But my age has brought no relief Times still occur when by fears, my desires, my problems Wash over my soul, plaguing me with doubt
At these times, I remember The place by the shore And there I will go To watch the waves gurgle, the sand gleam, the breeze console And my fears, my desires, my problems Still float way As Nature’s touch probes, embraces, strokes Until I am at peace once more
When I am even older than I am today There will still be times When my fears, my desires, my problems will fill my soul And slowly drive me insane
At such moments, I will remember That place by the shore And there I will head To watch the waves cascade, the sand sparkle, the breeze lull And my fears, my problems, my desires Will drift away As Nature’s touch unburdens, reassures, heals Until I am at peace once more
One fine day, I will go to this place on the shore And to my fears, my desires, my problems I will never return Nature will soothe, embrace and heal me In aeternum
Where the Sea meets the Sky
Often, I go to a shore where I can see the lake, and feel the wind’s breath on my face the waves’ sound on my ears the water’s sight on my eyes
There, I see the place where the sea meets the sky and the two elements meld rippling magically
I wonder what is out there where the sea meets the sky what mysterious realm exists there what creatures roam its invisible paths what shifting landscapes one could view
Some day, I will get up and leave the shore and walk across the water floating quietly
And if you want to find me after I’ve gone, just look to where the sea meets the sky
I stand open to criticism. Thank you in advance.
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