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
   August 3,1996