Sea returns to the shore
bearing seagull mews.
Near old chain pier the boats whisk
To long the waves that take no rest.
I dreamed of sea travels and corals,
I longed for a marvelous turtle.
One day I embarked a vessel
but it turned into 'n old paper boat.
Howling snowstorms fade behind mountain ranges.
Seasons slip by, growing time into ages.
Freed of cage all parrots slight human language
As they don't want to be wordy in backwoods!
In the springtime I reject meet with failure, though
I applaud sleeting ice drops with pleasure.