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About the Sea Fever
I should go down to the oceans once more, to the desolate ocean and the sky, And all I ask is a tall boat and a star to guide her by, What's more, the wheel's kick and the breeze's melody and the white sail's shaking, Furthermore, a dim fog on the ocean's face, and a dark sunrise breaking.
By Edris Post3 years ago in Poets
About The Spring Fever
At the point when a feller feels a yearning For the medder in his bosom. At the point when the robins north are swarming, Where they flurry to fabricate their home. At the point when the frogs peep in the puddle Where I love to hear them sing, Then, at that point, my mind is in a tangle, For I realize it's truly spring.
By Edris Post3 years ago in Poets
The Sandpiper
Across the desolate ocean side we bounce, One little sandpiper and I, What's more, quick I accumulate, little by little, The dissipated driftwood, faded and dry. The wild waves arrive at their hands for it, The wild wind raves, the tide runs elevated, As out of control the ocean side we flutter, One little sandpiper and I.
By Edris Post3 years ago in Poets
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's most memorable green is gold, Her hardest tint to hold. Her initial leaf's a bloom; Yet, just so 60 minutes. Then, at that point, leaf dies down to leaf. So Eden sank to despondency, So first light goes down to day. Nothing gold can remain.
By Edris Post3 years ago in Poets
