(c) Crissouli 2008
A POOR MAN'S RICHES
Rise and fall, rise and fall, o gentle ocean
Beat a pathway to the shores around the world
Carry hope and love and dreams to all who watch you
Gently lap away the ravages of time.
With sunshine that does bless your far horizons
Giving diamonds to rich and poor alike
With seagulls hovering over you in splendour
Guarding the mysteries of your depth.
Rocks, as silent sentinels, support you
Reflecting your playful spray in pools of life.
Oh, how the wind does love to tease you
Lifting your surface far and wide
Oh, never stop, o mighty ocean
Keep rolling until the end of time.
(c) Crissouli 15th August, 1980