To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
Click Here To add this poem to your "Voting Possibilities" list!
The Moods of the Sea O sea, O sea, O bright summer sea, The dip of your waves seems to beckon to me. How gladly I fly to your cooling embrace, Feel the breath of your soft breezes fanning my face, And bound o’er your waves in my boat light and free ! O sea, O sea, O calm waveless sea, Reflecting the outline of headland and tree, Stirred by no ripple of breeze as you lie In portentous repose, ‘neath the blue of the sky, Are your thoughts boiling ill for my boat and for me? O sea, O sea, O wild, boisterous sea ! Flinging your spray to the heavens in glee; O why do you waken thus rudely from sleep To frighten stout hearts with your cries, loud and deep, As you toss, madly toss, both my frail boat and me? Yet I love you, old friend, whate’er your mood be; I love your bright waves gently beck’ning to me, I love you, as silent, you sleep ‘neath the sky, Or when tossing your spray in mad gleefulness] high ! Yes, I love you, I love you, whate’re your mood be. So the I salute thee O deep, restless sea, And bow to thy greatness-thou profound mystery ! Thy salt breath I love, in the freedom rejoice, I turn from earth’s beauty to make thee my choice, And bound o’er they waves as a bird that is free ! by Myron Oakman Patton |
Additional Notes:
As it turns out my Great-Grandfather was an artist as well as poet. We found several oil paintings while going through my Mom's house. I have one hanging in my upstairs hallway now.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2007-07-05 15:00:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.95455
Ken,
What a treasure, a true gift and legacy left to you and too think; paintings also, how wonderful. Thank you for sharing, I truly enjoyed this poem.
Best always,
Lora