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| Wondrous Might Surging torrents smashing over rocks and beach, Thunderous roar that comes with each Wave that from the ocean pushes fighting toward the shore, Then rolls back to try once more To engulf the land that rebukes its might, And fends off the sea of persistent fight. Never ending battle lasting for all of time, Panoramic splendor and majestic beauty combine With all this wondrous might. Oh, what an awe-inspiring sight, Crashing smashing from out of the deep Where nature with her secrets keep The mysteries of this fantastic brine That with its waves defines the line Of battle between land and sea That goes on and on thru eternity. |
| The Ocean � A Magic Carpet The ocean is like a magic carpet, It�s moving all the time. Currents in all directions, Part of the ocean�s rhyme. Governed by the sun and moon, And rotation of our sphere, It seems to have a rhythm That moves it there and here. Warm currents at the equator Move on towards the cold, They travel certain patterns, And have since days of old. Some currents reach a point And dive into the deep, Then reverse direction well below, Why and how, their secrets keep. The ocean floor is dark and obscure, Mountains, valleys, and volcanoes, A place of intrigue and lure. There�s more below the surface, Things of which we do not know, And that�s the reason Man will continue to go. |
| Copywited poetry of George C. Clements |
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