bad-postcards: BAD POEM on a BAD POSTCARD I love to walk by the seashore,On the clean white sand so bare,I love to walk by the rippling wavesFor I find refuge there. I love to walk by the seashoreWhen a white fog’s in the air;When a pallid mist o’shadows the beachAnd no breeze is stirring there. I love to walk by the seashoreAnd watch the waves in motion,I love the sea in all its moodsFor God made the mighty ocean. by THEODORE R. ROWLEY 

bad-postcards:

BAD POEM on a BAD POSTCARD

I love to walk by the seashore,
On the clean white sand so bare,
I love to walk by the rippling waves
For I find refuge there.

I love to walk by the seashore
When a white fog’s in the air;
When a pallid mist o’shadows the beach
And no breeze is stirring there.

I love to walk by the seashore
And watch the waves in motion,
I love the sea in all its moods
For God made the mighty ocean.

by THEODORE R. ROWLEY