it's early saturday morn
and the market place is worn
although the humidity will rise
a cooling breeze does surprise
it dances on my skin
jogging memories that begin
to enhance my lonely smile
about a pastime worthwhile
you'd sit and watch and wait
for the ocean to sedate
let the wind do it's thing
it's natural for it to swing
and if by magic you would see
calmer ocean and a clear blue sea
it's direction had to change
90 degrees was its range
but when it stayed within
the angle of it's whim
there lay the ocean clear
dressed in joys tear
and as you paddled out
the wind enthused your shout ...........