On Mother’s Day, I wrote two poems for Mom.
The Tongue Of The Ocean
The waves are starting to roll,
We are in the ocean hole,
The engine is rumbling,
We are tumbling
Not at the North Pole.
By: Anna LaDue
The Starting Of A Storm
The wind is blowing,
The waves are growing,
The sails are filling,
The ride is thrilling,
We are not rowing.
By: Anna LaDue
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