I LISTEN TO THE ECHOING SOUNDS <br /> OF THE OCEAN WAVES HITTING THE SHORE <br /> AND THE SEAGULS FLYING DOWN <br />TRYING TO CATCH MORE <br /> WHILE MOUNTAINS SEEM SO FAR <br /> AND THE PEOPLE ON THERE SAIL BOATS WAVING <br /> NOT KNOWING WHO YOU ARE <br /> AND TIME DON'T MOVE THE HOURS STAND STILL <br /> WHEN YOUR OUT IN THE OCEAN ENJOYING THE AIR <br /> NOW THE SWEET BREEZE RUFFLES YOUR HAIR <br /> BUT YOU DON'T CARE <br /> YOUR JUST LETTING YOUR SELF BE FREE <br /> JUST LISTENING TO ECHOING SOUNDS <br /> OF THE OCEAN WAVES HITTING THE SHORE<br /><br />BRUCE MARTONE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-echoing-sounds-of-the-ocean-waves/
