Poem

The Ocean

Crystal clear, glassy green,

other times an aquamarine.

Plunging against the side of the boat,

wondering if it will stay afloat.

Many white horses*, raging and wild,

on the shore , many rocks are piled.

And all at once, the waves are calm,

and on the shore, the waving palms.

*Waves with white crests.

And there is my poem that I wrote after going on the cruise to the Caribbean. It did not take me very long to do it.