AN OCEANIA POEM


Sitting by the Sea


Poem by Jane Resture 


I sit by the sea

And let the waves talk to me

With stories of days gone by

About seafarers of old and sailors so bold

And frigate birds high in the sky.

 

The lapping of the waves

Recalls better days

When our people were free to roam

The great oceans wide

With the wind and stars as our guide

Looking for some place called home.


Those mythical men

We will never see again

And gods that we still call our own

 How the world came to be

For people like me


Where our spirits forever did roam.

Now the waves on the shore

Don't seem the same any more

Their stories full of grief

Are filled with a warning

About global warming and its consequences

For our people on the reef.


Yet I still sit by the sea

While the waves talk to me

With stories of days gone by

About seafarers of old and sailors right bold

And frigate birds high in the sky.