Who she was exists no more <br />Moved ahead and closed the door <br />But neer shall she forget those days <br />They haunt and linger, hardly stray <br /> <br />She was a lassie who from birth <br />Cherished the sea with joy and mirth <br />Treasuring it's beauty above all else <br />All of it's water, sand and shells <br /> <br />Out of the channel she'd sail her rig <br />Her heartbeat dancing a little jig <br />The ocean her lover and she it's bride <br />She'd plow it's depths so blue and wide <br /> <br />At home on her ship she'd search for air <br />Driving it outward as hard as she dared <br />Her happiness growing with every mile <br />Never a sorrow, only a smile <br /> <br />But all good things will meet their end <br />Changes come and you must bend <br />For nothing is ever meant to last <br />You roll and play the die that's cast <br /> <br />So when you find a chapter ends <br />And melancholy your best friend <br />Don't think upon it as Goodbye <br />Till memories fade or your have died <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Written By Sara Fielder © 1998 <br /> <br />NOTE: This poem was written when I moved from Hawaii to the mainland USA after having been accustomed to living on a sailboat for 15 years.<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walking-on-land/
