The ocean’s had a hold on me
since I first wandered there,
a deep primeval attraction
much more than the smell of the air.
It’s vastness is overwhelming
almost spiritual in its scope,
representing most of the Earth
here must reside our hope.
All of life began there
most is still below its waves
repository of Earth’s soul
an inheritance we have to save.
Calling to those who sail her
and fish down in its depths,
tugging at our hearts and minds
perhaps there is hope yet.
Saving this our last frontier
we cannot fail to do,
a poisoning of that watery world
should be the last thing that we do.
Salt breeze blowing through my hair
a cleansing feeling so bold,
imparting freshness and freedom
brand new but strangely old.
Having a beach to stand on
enjoying the roar of the surf,
an experience like no other
let’s hope we know what it’s worth.
by Robert Quinn
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