I'm gazing out from the shore
As if I'm searching for something
The sounds of the waves remind me of thunder
Crashing, Colliding, Crumpling the rocks
I crave to feel this all the time
This is why I come
To feel the rhythm of the waves
To be liberated
To be at peace.
Turcotte, Jennifer "Flathead Lake." 27 April 2009. Picture. http://fhspoetry2009.blogspot.com/ 14 April 2009.
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