Not just another dead word from a
book
But a magical word...straight out of
childhood
Gathered from a fascination with
looking at maps and Atlas books
And globes of the World
All the different countries in all their
different colors
With all their fantastic sounding
names
All spread out in wonderful greens pinks and oranges, yellows reds and
purples
And then... that wonderful blue sweep
of the Pacific...the Pacific ocean.
Through the eyes of a young small
child
The wondrous...sweet Blue Pacific
ocean
So vast and so full of romance
With its mermaids, its whales and its
dolphins
Coconuts and palm trees and
treasured islands
Its flying fish and grizzled pirates,
Its blue skies forever smiling
overhead
The surf rolling up onto its sun kissed
beaches.
.....There long ago I glimpsed the lovely
blue of her blouse
And the wonderful patterns on it
As she lifted me up and spun me
around
Just like being up on the swing boats,
And she laughed with her laughing
smiling face
And her laughing smiling eyes
And I laughed too, out loud and
unashamed
This was how it should always be
And I didn't want it to end
Wanted it to go on forever,
It brought me a Bluey Bliss
And suddenly all this world it was a
magic place.
She was like Life or Love itself
Wanting to embrace you and kiss you
And sweep you off your feet
Life, it held so much promise and
beauty
So much wonder and mystery
Yea! all was magic in those Summer
months
The coloured pictures in our comic
books
The kicking football on the lovely
green lawns,
The fluttering and flapping of the
clothes on the clothes line
Were like the sails of a Great Ship...
Sweet dreams and sunbeams as we
ran out to meet the tide.
And still she calls to me today, wild
blue ocean
How I love... like that sweet feeling of
blue
The sight of her on a globe or Atlas
still
And that name like some ancient
spell
It sends me up into the sky
Delights, makes me feel so peaceful
The sweet blue Pacific ocean
You can...can almost taste it.
Sweet intimations of a world that
came before,
A world underneath...that still lies
there...somewhere
Whispering like some sweet lost
Atlantis
Forever calling you back, calling you
back home.
I'm afraid I can't be more specific
About the wonderful, the beautiful
...The Blue Pacific.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Not just another dead word from a
book
But a magical word...straight out of
childhood
Gathered from a fascination with
looking at maps and Atlas books
And globes of the World
All the different countries in all their
different colors
With all their fantastic sounding
names
All spread out in wonderful greens pinks and oranges, yellows reds and
purples
And then... that wonderful blue sweep
of the Pacific...the Pacific ocean.
Through the eyes of a young small
child
The wondrous...sweet Blue Pacific
ocean
So vast and so full of romance
With its mermaids, its whales and its
dolphins
Coconuts and palm trees and
treasured islands
Its flying fish and grizzled pirates,
Its blue skies forever smiling
overhead
The surf rolling up onto its sun kissed
beaches.
.....There long ago I glimpsed the lovely
blue of her blouse
And the wonderful patterns on it
As she lifted me up and spun me
around
Just like being up on the swing boats,
And she laughed with her laughing
smiling face
And her laughing smiling eyes
And I laughed too, out loud and
unashamed
This was how it should always be
And I didn't want it to end
Wanted it to go on forever,
It brought me a Bluey Bliss
And suddenly all this world it was a
magic place.
She was like Life or Love itself
Wanting to embrace you and kiss you
And sweep you off your feet
Life, it held so much promise and
beauty
So much wonder and mystery
Yea! all was magic in those Summer
months
The coloured pictures in our comic
books
The kicking football on the lovely
green lawns,
The fluttering and flapping of the
clothes on the clothes line
Were like the sails of a Great Ship...
Sweet dreams and sunbeams as we
ran out to meet the tide.
And still she calls to me today, wild
blue ocean
How I love... like that sweet feeling of
blue
The sight of her on a globe or Atlas
still
And that name like some ancient
spell
It sends me up into the sky
Delights, makes me feel so peaceful
The sweet blue Pacific ocean
You can...can almost taste it.
Sweet intimations of a world that
came before,
A world underneath...that still lies
there...somewhere
Whispering like some sweet lost
Atlantis
Forever calling you back, calling you
back home.
I'm afraid I can't be more specific
About the wonderful, the beautiful
...The Blue Pacific.
Some words from childhood still have a magic about them. 'The Blue Pacific " still conjures up a lot of magic for me. The girl in the blouse were older girl cousins of mine who used come to us on summer holidays, they'd give you swings and chocolates and smother you in kisses. The 'swing boats' were in the amusement park, you'd get in with someone opposite you and you'd hold on for dear life as the 'boat' would swing back and forth up in the air.