The Tide

by B-Miles Jackson

The sea is crystal clear,
Blue sky with white clouds,
That play in the sky,
Sea shells line the shore.
A crab moves to the water's edge,
Only to be wash ashore,
Time and time again.
The tide turns,
The sea crab swims out to sea.

In The Courtyard

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Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.

Last updated April 22, 2015