A man is blest when he can see <br /> The splendor in the restless sea -- <br /> To feel her touch and hear the tone <br /> That speak to us when we're alone. <br /> She tells of strength - unwavering will <br /> Of tenderness, of power to kill <br /> Consumes the vain, denies the bold <br /> And keeps her story much untold, <br /> She counts no years, reveres no name <br /> Forever changing, yet the same <br /> She reaches out her beckon hand <br /> To touch the shores of every land. <br /> In common tongue she speaks to all <br /> Who hear the sound and heed the call <br /> What does she say to you and me <br /> Of life and love and destiny? <br /> She gives to each a secret key <br /> And no one else can hear but thee.<br /><br />Floyd A. Balman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-of-surf/
