Destination Sea Poem by Rod Morris

Destination Sea

Rating: 5.0


Rivers have a one-track mind, on this we can agree
The reason for they're being is to seek and find the sea.
When they are born on mountains high not knowing why they start
Though locked in ice held in a grip which cannot still their heart.
A variance in the seasons causes them to melt not fret
Break free; commence at last to pay nature's final debt.
With temperatures sometimes fickle so begins this epic trickle.
A sudden gush will start the rush to seek and find the sea.
From countless streams and valleys over marshes, grasses, bogs
Spit polishing huge boulders, carving landscape as it jogs.
One-mindedness driven by gravity no matter what it takes
Searches for the lowlands to pool and form great lakes.
At last the puddles grown so big it has to finally spill
To the lowest point it rushes once more to run downhill.
Still water, rapids, waterfalls are formed along the way
Liquid gold as sustenance for hunter and for prey.
Still driven by that one desire to seek and find the sea.
Finally over sand and shingle seaward bound to mix and mingle.
Then once more to live as clouds until it forms
New mountain shrouds.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Have been facinated by the power and glory of man's best friend, water.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 16 September 2012

This poem reaches me at a spiritual level; very good and meaningful!

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Valerie Dohren 10 September 2012

An epic description of the life of water - wonderful write.

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Rod Morris

Rod Morris

Auckland, New Zealand
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