The Pacific Ocean is a grand and glorious place ,
when aboard a ship and a full moon beaming down .
The water is like glass as far as the eye can see,
with fluorescent ripples spreading from the bow and
nothing else around .
The distinct smell of diesel smoke drifts gently past the stern ,
and past memories begin to cross my mind of an
unforgotten town .
The wind is calm and all one hears ,
is the turning engines muffled sound .
The taste of salt is in the air ,
with thoughts of love that I had found .
My hands rest gently on the ship's cool rail ,
and peace and calm fills my soul IF I allow it to abound .
by:Larry J. Huisingh