"Destined Minds"

SPIRIT OF LIBERTY

I am the archetype of all things free
I move upon the earth unconstrained
spirit of liberty feeds my soul

convention can not anchor me
nor morality keep me paced
to the rythms and tides

and yet my spirit longs to dock
along the shores where palms
sway silently in the oceans breeze

I am the non conformist
for I know how I have been richly made
and life is for the choosing

I long to feel the breath of the creators touch
I long to be free'd from, - yes
free'd even from the spirit of liberty

Should I anchor now and risk
damaging the earths hold
would I dare anchor here?

should heavy cable and rope
be cast overboard and there by
its sheer weigh grip me to the bottom

should I rise above the fears
and reach out to security and stablity
and peform the last stage

of lifes race and anchor
my hopes and dreams upon the rigid
unmoving and unchanging heart

should I let my life be pierced
and secured to lifes eternal flame
and rest finally in the Spirit of Liberty

so now anchored upon the solid rock
I now draw the ships to me that
bring me the adventures I have long-ed sought

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

SHELL SONG

the hard largely calcareous covering of a mollusc
a place the living call home

crystaline forms of delicate ornate detail
wash up on the sandy shores

fragmented from its travels from beneath
the white foamy waves

You once slowly meandered and decorated
ancient ocean floors

and now found beautiful and perfect in
every way I reach down amongst the seaweed

and bring the shell to my ear and listen
to the song it sings of coral reefs

and ocean beds and the many ships that
passed over head, of whales that

they too shared their song the whispering
of the sea and I continued to listen to

your song and stories of the old man of the sea
of times and tides of rolling waves

of tempest storms and silent graves that
lie beneath the torquoise waters

and now for you loveliness of perfection
I put you in my pocket and take you on

another journey and let your ears be filled
with the wonderment of grandchildrens awe

of you as they too listen to your whisper...

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

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IS THERE GOLD UNDER THE OCEAN

Is there gold under the ocean
surely there is for the reflection
I see on ocean surface of
shimmering glistening flecks

Is there gold under the ocean
of soft yellow element resist
the salted corosion that yields
a single precious pearl

and beneath the blue of goodness
lies a heart of gold
the beauty in the coral reefs
that sway with evenings tide

Is there gold under the ocean
and such the beauty of gold
that decorates the oceans floor
and wonderous that life which

swims in and out amongst the reef
that stretches for miles
and is now the worlds heritage
that crowns Australian shores

Maree Long
(c)Maree long 2008

OCEANS CALL

The rushing of waves at midnight
pound upon the sandy shores

It's thunderous sound
permeates my ears
with its constant rushing roar

Moonlight on tips of waves
spreads its shimmering
reflective light

And I listen to the oceans call and
am left gazing at his starless
halfmoon night

though bereft of heavens stars
hat would fil the cavern above

The horizon was lit with a
million city lights, as beside
me laid my love

And there we laid up in our loft
embraced in each others arm

waiting for the gently hours to pass
as morining brings it's calm

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

THE STING IN LIFE

Awe-inspiringly large
The giant freshwater stingray
Lives up to its name
Possessing a venomous sting
In its large whip like tail

Crikey, your gone so much
Time has passed your legacy
Lives on despite that your
Ship had to sail

Broad, thin and disc shaped body
Inhabitant of the sandy bottom
Estuaries elusive and only
Strikes in self defense

Wild life protector Steve Irwin
Sheriff on land and sea
Gave all he could
His life was great and immense

venom and mucous contained
within an integumentary sheath
Flat bodied on ocean depths
With powerful shell crushing teeth

As September 4, 2006 rolls by and
Greater than the loss of blood or
greater than the loss of such a man
Was the kind heart, and loving father
That all children deserve and demand

And give ode to the preserver
of natural wildlife
a man of great vision that leaves behind
children and a wife

A man who made sacrifices
By the way he lived his life
Knew the importance of family and love
That held him together in trouble and strife.

So don’t feel sorry for the Irwin’s left behind
Their gifted sight and visionary stand
For they know their place in this world
Infused in their being their love of this great land



Maree Long
© Maree Long 2007

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