Atlantic Dreaming
I distant gaze out on a realm
That stirs the empty dream
I ponder journies from it's helm
Caught in it's complex scheme
I think of measures not yet reached
And treasures not yet found
I think of running off this beach
Across the seas, abound
In spacious strides, I skim the blue
Towards horizon's crease
Wave-gliding as the sun imbues
Indulgence, will not cease
The crystal screen beneath my feet
Displays the ocean's beast
Though most are armed with jagged teeth
It bothers me the least
With merriment so bountiful
And beauty so surreal
I'd thought it was a dream, I dreamt
But this had turned out real
- Bryce E Coast's blog
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I'll Tell You What
Bryce,
If you were in the water of the Atlantic northern states like Mass of NH, that water was freaking cold. Trust I know, it will numb you ass in a nano second. It's a good thing you were gliding across the top.
Your buddy,
Pete
Yes i'd be skimming alright...
Yes, I'd be skimming that part of the atlantic with an glacier stuck to my ass((lolz)) I'll make sure to steer clear off those frigid waters... and stick to the tropic parts of the atlantic~~ thanksB.E.Coast
I know about that cold water
I am from Maine so know about that water.I don't live there now but remember it soooo well.
Gloria
Freespirit...
Yes its cold up there, but it's a beautiful place and i love ice fishing~~B.E.Coast