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2.                POETRY by RAY MARTELL

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7. Driftwood

   The wind from the sea gently caresses the skin

Waves murmur softly as they quietly roll in

Driftwood is scattered as it lies on the sand

A picture inspired by His loving hand

Roots Tangled and gnarled are exposed to the light

A web of confusion as they lay in their plight

A reminder of a storm that ravaged the land

Taking and destroying without reprimand

Scattered bits and pieces, worn parts of a tree

Are burnished and Polished by the sand and the sea

The masses that lay have value and worth

Waiting for someone to give it rebirth

Are we like the driftwood waiting to be found?

By someone who values treasures that abound

They found?

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