by: Shirley Satterfield
The mighty ocean,
An organism in its own rite.
Teeming with life,
Rife with the nice music of the moon.
God’s precision instrument
Embracing earth’s sandy sod.
Home of the tuna.
Home of the cod.
There is my heart
Where life got its start
Perhaps I’ll be consigned there soon
As written in the music of the moon.
