I've decided to chronicle my writing in somewhat of a chronological order. This is the oldest poem that I still have an original copy--anything prior was destroyed, lost, or who knows what. It was written as a Valentine for Virginia Hardin of Hodad's, Ocean Beach, CA. Virginia has sinced passed away, but I still maintain fond memories of her...and the burgers of Hodad's.
Lady Ocean
2/13/82
The countenance of her beach,
furrowed through the years
by numerous swells,
displays the majesty of age.
The glistening seashells, her eyes;
polished by salt waters
to a youthful shine—
treasures in the sand.
Her waves are soft laughter,
splashing us with joy;
soothing our sorrows—
enhancing our happiness.
Our lady is the ocean.
We love this ocean.
I love this lady.
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