Ocean Song Called, 'home' Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

Ocean Song Called, 'home'



A BREEZE sweeps the ocean's surface
Does the ocean moan an up beat tone
A wave over takes me.
I'm way back home.
The wrestling leaves, remarkably
Well strewn.
My rusty friend barks, making
Enemies with the garden gnomes.

Monday, October 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: bark,leaves,ocean
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