Sailing the ocean contains bravery.
I'm enjoying every moment,
Like food, savory.
What if I find
A storm, a shipwreck, or pirates?
If not for God's help I'd lose my mind.
When listening to conch shells
All I hear is the ocean,
Like my mind glued to the oven and its smells.
The oven has pizza, cooking,
The rising crust, the melting cheese, the bubbling
Sauce, and all over the yacht is me looking.
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The Hour Has Come
PoetryA Catholic poem or poems in each chapter. I was inspired by God.
