Tuesday, February 28, 2012


My mind often stirs to along ago day
When I see the land of the Rockaway
A tribe blessed to live by the Sea
Proud Brave and peacefully Free

At the oceans edge is where it appeared
By man never before seen or feared 
My eyes got a sharp clear view
My mind would not deem it true
I stood frozen still as death
Forced myself to take a breath
Then without the slightest sound
It was gone  could not be found

 Yes it was an unreal sight
It turned my hair pure white
Now I feel a shiver in my heart
From this beach I can not part
 I feel here I must remain
If I am to see it again
The Great Spirit once more
Calls me to visit the shore

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