Mere Oceans

 B–Peaceful--

Land locked and dry docked in this desert land

Lava flow hardened, gray moon dusty dead

Twisting through scapes making the river bend

Of bitterbrush juniper bramble bed
Rising higher scenic green lichened woods
Where dewy feathered ferns carpet lush grounds
And majestic redwoods tower for good
To-ward the setting sun, to-ward the Sound
Steep falls misting wind and upturned faces
The roar dampens the din of passersby
Its awe is hidden from uninspired
By a Terra Firma hemmed under stars
Yet, her spirit never be so tranquil
When blithe horizon kisses calypso