My Grandfather’s Voice
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
What is it about
the muted proclamations of the surf *
that eye find so soothing
so fulfilling and life-giving?
They are the sound of Eternity Itself
and I bathe and bask in their heralding
* Anchorage Northeast by Howard T. Walden, page 254
I really love this, Joanna.
Thank you Betty. You might enjoy my grandfather’s book. Its fifty years old.
Really good one, Joanna.