In steamer chair I sit on deck
And watch the ocean waves
That rock our ship from side to side;
I feel the winds she braves.
The wild strong winds which bear the spray
That comes to kiss my cheek.
(It's strange that as I sit and write
I feel so very weak).

I scan the ocean's broad expanse
Of waves with whited crest
That, leaping wildly, writhe and toss,
Roll on and never rest.
I view the seagulls' easy flight
Through all the tackless air,
Then gaze into the depths below
And wonder what is there.
What teeming life the dark waves hide,
Sea creatures, fish, and eels!
(Whatever ails my stomach now?
My head, how queer it feels!)

I go and stand beside the rail,
The steamer reels and rocks.
I find I cannot stand alone,
It feels like earthquake shocks!

I care not now for fleecy clouds
For poems, books, or letter;
I bow my head and feed the fish---
And now I'm feeling better!

-------- Louise Walker --------

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