Salty smells of the ocean
Flit through the air
And carry on the breezes
Dancing palm trees
Waltz on the sandy shore
Gritty-sandy seashells
Left behind underneath
The Tropical pavilion
Little fishes under
The beautiful ocean
Love it there
As I would
If I were a fish
Oh, how I'd love to be
Forever under the sea
Because I love how it looks
Under the salty ocean floor
Where hidden buried treasure lies
Oh, how I'd love to be
A fish under the ocean
But I am glad to be who I am

*~Marian~

The moon's full rays hit across the bay,
Will the ship make it to shore? No way!
The ship is about ready to sink,
There are rocky pebbles, islands, and coasts on either side;
The sinking ship no more doth glide!

The sky is black clouds across the black sky and moon make everything look creepy,
The sinking ship hits a rock and moaneth creakily,
There are rocks and rocky islands on either side,
They that are in the ship are trapped inside!


There's no way around the rocks and islands,
Nothing but silence.
Will this be the moon's last ray?
No wonder people call this place Silent Bay!

The bird skims across the shivering water's way,
Silence. . . The Silent Bay!

~Marian~

I love this place the most,
The full moon's shadows on the rocky island coast,
There's a ring around the moon big and bright;
This is one of the most beautiful nights!

The crashing blue waves are in motion,
The whale came up out of the ocean,
There are clouds in the sky and a faint sunset in the night;
The moon rays slant under the ocean big and bright!

The fishes and dolphins swiming beautifully under the sea,
This place is quite a treasure for me,
The clouds look as if they dance;
For people call this place Diamond Head Romance.

         **Marian

Nature sings of Thee
The song of the clear bubbling creek
And the birds that warble sweetly in the trees
The breeze that sings as it dances through the air
The thunder when it rumbles
During a thunderstorm
The raindrops when it waltzes on my window
And kittens when they mew and purr
And lightening when it flashes in the sky
They all sing of Thee, most Holy One
The waterfalls of cold clear water
Sings so sweetly of Thee, most Holy One
That I cry
The Fairies when they dance and sing at Night
They sing of Thee
The crickets and katy-dids and Locusts too
They all sing of Thee
The wind when it stirs the tall grass
Sign of a thunderstorm
Sings of Thee, most Holy One
The little springs large or small
Sings so sweetly of Thee, most Holy One
The tiny little brooks
They sing a song of Thee
The Angels with their harps on high
Always and forever sing of Thee, most Holy One
The Majestic oceans and the endless seas
Forever sing of Thee,
Amen.

*~Marian~

I inherited an old run down shotgun  shack
In a South Florida town
From an Uncle I had no idea I had
He never came around

It was the shed out back that held my interest
Filled with memories, dust, and spider webs
Was I just being adventurous
Or was I being led

Opposite the door in the corner stood a ceder chest
Covered over in a layer of dust
The latch and lock lay on the dirt floor
Long ago succumbed to rust

The inside was filled with pirate writings
Which you know is a poets dream
No maps of hidden treasures
But hidden treasures all the same

I took to those pirate writings
Like an angry moth takes to flame
Drawn in close like his life depends
On the wave of heat it brings

Page after page of high sea adventures
And far off exotic lands
I spent that afternoon well into the night dreaming
With pirate treasure held in my hands

I don't know how long it was I'd been asleep
When I woke up to a dust filtered light
Shining through a broken windowpane
In the shed where I'd spent the night

But I really spent it on the high open seas
And in far off exotic lands
Where when it gets back around to evening time
With pirate writings I plan to go again