WHALE AT SUNRISE 

By 

Bill Olson

 

 

© 1983 by Bill Olson 

 

            The splash arose

            Like a volcano's roar,

            Conjuring up

            The ancient sea lore,

            Which told so true

            Of the Goddess of Love:

            She swam like a fish,

            She flew like a dove.

 

 

            And up to our boat

            She came like a wave

            To give us her love

            Which could make us her slave.

            Her smile was sweet,

            Her heart was so soft,

            And her spirit was ready

            To take us

                 aloft.

 

-- Eau Claire, Wisconsin

    August 4, 1983

 

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