The Sea Poem by Paul Reed

Open skies and taut horizon line
Seaweed strands that feet entwine
The haunting rhythm of waves and sea
The thought that this world belongs to me;

To know these things when you are young
To know that freedom’s song is sung
To skip with joy on tide-firmed sand
On the beauteous fringes of the land;

Bring me the sea breeze, tinged with cold
In the days far off when I am old
To know that I once stood here, wild and free
That I once gazed out over the sea