The Horizon

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    The Horizon
    Far out beyond the azure sea

    The horizon sits beckoning me

    Not to swim or to surf or sail

    But to climb aboard your big soft tail

    We'll ride all day and into the night

    Pressed close together holding tight

    Content in knowing it will always be

    Out there, beckoning me.

    By ALB



    9-29-06

    copyright ©2006 by the author.
    All rights reserved by author.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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