From my window I can see,
Where the sandhills dip,
One far glimpse of open sea.
Just a slender slip
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Far horizons means to me— And the ships go by Framed between the empty sky......so touching and impressive. Well imaginative poem nicely executed.
I enjoyed the poem. About my favorite place to be. Outstanding poetry.
How the white foam tosses high On the naked shore, And the breakers’ thunder grows To a battle-roar… united with the nature you write wonderfully well. tony
Far and far I look—Ten miles? No, for yesterday Sure I saw the Blessed Isles Twenty worlds away. My blue moon of open sea, Is it little worth? At the least it gives to me Keys of all the earth
superbly said- Far and far I look—Ten miles? No, for yesterday Sure I saw the Blessed Isles Twenty worlds away.
A beautiful poem depicting the beauty of the sea in all its moods.
A very beautiful description of the moods of the sea. So singsong, so lyrical!
Beautiful poem, well crafted and conveyed, she paints the sea with breathtaking imagery that it comes alive through the words. This is the first poem Ive read by Mackellar, I might have to read more.
Spread beneath my eyes! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yeah man, and such a well written comment by you? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! ! ! ? ? ? ? ? ?
Curving like a crescent moon— Yet a greater prize Than the harbour garden-fair Spread beneath my eyes. What a fine description wonderful perception. Tony