| A Place I've Never Been As clear as glass I see the water rippling to the shore I clearly hear the rushing tides, meeting those that came before I smell the scent of things unknown amidst their wet domain and feel the cool, refreshing mist, like springtime's gentle rain A salty presence on my tongue, my senses sharply keen Imagining the ocean, a place I've never been. 10/22/98 |
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| Published in Banks of the Little Miami Volume 1 http://4dw.net/milford63/aplaceivneverbeen.html. |