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Get a Voki now! Click the play button above to hear me read this poem. Homesick A photo that he keeps transports him to that place where waves laugh, softly, against the shore. Morning breeze, from the sea, leaves a kiss upon his face. All is quiet.... till the seagull's cry slices the sky, screaming, "More! Give me more!" Fisherman shares his catch, tossing tidbits in the air as the birds circle and swoop and dive. He so misses that place, so wishes to be there, where he felt free and safe and alive. The ocean blue glass slides out, as far as he can see till it meets the white pillow clouds of the sky. A large boulder for a seat-- the best things are free. He couldn't ask for more, but still wonders why.

This video today is for anyone who, like me, has ever been on a beach overlooking the ocean and been amazed by its peace and strength and wonder. This is Into the Mystic by Van Morrison. Into the Mystic (lyrics) We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors' cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old Then magnificently we will float into the mystic And when that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will float into the mystic Come on girl... Come join Music Monday and share your songs wit...