tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111945531704253450.post5030362073647094529..comments2023-10-04T05:25:13.091-05:00Comments on Ozark Grace: A Voyage HomeConnie Smileyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076711744446445981noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111945531704253450.post-53831202392730275782011-05-23T09:38:45.496-05:002011-05-23T09:38:45.496-05:00What a beautiful comment, Sharon. I could almost ...What a beautiful comment, Sharon. I could almost smell the ocean as I read it. Thank you!Connie Smileyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076711744446445981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9111945531704253450.post-29631913787465664482011-05-23T06:00:19.545-05:002011-05-23T06:00:19.545-05:00Your post made me think of how I hated leaving the...Your post made me think of how I hated leaving the ocean after a vist to Fort Dick. I wrote this poem one time as we were leaving.<br /><br />The Ocean, my Friend<br />By Sharon Hegwood<br /><br />It seems so final somehow, as we leave the ocean and head for home.<br />I know I’ll miss her, she’s like a friend.<br />She’s always here when I come.<br />Waiting, as if just for me.<br />I’ll miss the sunshine on her waves.<br />I’ll miss her waves as they roll in one atop the other.<br />Like little children playing tag along the shore.<br />Her constant wind, sometimes foe, sometimes friend.<br />Always on the go.<br />Her sounds too, I’ll miss her sounds. <br />Gulls crying loud and harsh.<br />Waves, crashing on the sand. <br />Then the sand. Ah, the sand.<br />Caressing my feet and tickling my toes.<br />Yes, I’ll miss the ocean as we head for home,<br /> but there is comfort in knowing<br /> She’ll be right here, when next we come.Sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16191542669800560422noreply@blogger.com