A poem read by Brian Maki of Marquette, Michigan.
The Sound of Crashing Waves
I can't remember the day or year
Or if it were a lake or an ocean
I only recall hearing this sound:
The sound of crashing waves.
Peacefulness rests upon my soul
And nothing in this world satisfies
More than nature shaping our land
Like it has done a million times before.
This simple act of nature descends
Upon the eardrums every season
And it is not about nature building
It's how it becomes a part of you.
Now the world can find this, too
Not just live in dreams or visions
For you will soon come to hear:
The sound of crashing waves.
September 24, 2011
By: Brian Maki
can this narrator be any more melodramatic???
dmatt8 1 month ago
The sound of home...how I miss it....
Allen1056 5 months ago