Treasure Island

William Leppo

(Venice, Florida)

Mother


She arrived at sight
Engulfing my form upon first light Soft sounds emerged from her presence
A calmness that emitted pleasance Her spectrums, an array of beauty
An existence where birth, her only duty A soul on which we feast
The home of many feared beasts Always present but never the same
My mother is subject to change A deadly foe, an unconquerable ally
An eternal wisdom which is never dry A kingdom where she is queen
Mother Natures reign is part of the scheme Life is the game she teaches us to play
Survival, the only move to stay The Ocean is the Mother of the earth
I shall return to my place of birth

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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