the endless sea

When I awake and gaze out
Through the morning sun
The Atlantic, that ocean I see
As I search the shores to see
Not the sea shore but the sea
A vast body of water , all I see

Around me , behind me
They hold their smoke pipes up high
Dreaming and digging the shores away
Forgetting my world exist
Our world of falling rain
Of railing winds and floods
Of the Catherina’s and her sisters.
If we've seen her on solid grounds
How much more,
Where the swamps surrounds.