Xlix.
Fare-thee-well, fare-thee-well I say to thee
I’m off to see what I see by ocean
Breeze that blows, ocean breeze through me see
That rhythm me rock me motion, motion
I’m bate my hook with a crocked look, look
I’ll cast my line against the motion of time
The ocean so wide I will over look
More then half its half measure, its rime
I will feast upon my poetic catch
Of rime and meaning now much refined
No moralizing within here attach
Just knowledge of itself assigned
The ocean’s deep that we must daily sweep
But let me now to that deep glory leap.
poem by David E. Patton
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