Dolphins Swim
And on certain days at the beach, you can see them swimming. And it reminds you of something.
Dolphins in the surf
in their own turf.
Swimming, leaping,
never weeping.
The world is theirs,
the rightful heirs.
They own the sea,
no sorrow's plea.
They always play
in the ocean spray.
They never fret,
no anger met.
The surf matters not
nor the weather, cold or hot.
What matters is life
and not its strife.
To the depths they swim,
without a whim.
Then they rush up
With an acrobat's jump.
Freedom they are!
like a shining star.
They live no lie
for their grace will never die.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.
*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)
* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.
* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)
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