Traveling In Oceanic Tides Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Eagles soar above in an upper atmosphere, looking down for
their prey, needing to eat a meal in order to stay alive in
this world of ours.

Intellect choosing where, when and how to go, traveling in
the surf of oceanic tides of life while living, waves roll-
ing towards shore, gathering speed as they go.

Giving them an energy that's reserved in bowels of the ocean,
not wanting to expose the essence of what has become peaceful
feelings.

Energetic feelings that gently put this mere poet to bed
with visions of musical rhythms dancing in poetical poems
across the earth.