Ownership
In years long past
I owned this beach, these dunes, this waving grass,
Even the ocean’s roar,
Advancing and receding on this lonely shore;
And the stinging sand and spray,
Like wild imps wantonly at play,
The sea-washed shells and rounded stones
Polished until they gleamed like ancient bones.
All was mine, deeded by me to myself,
Reward for discovering a boundless realm of wealth.
Now, time has enlightened me to save
Only what may fit snugly near me in my grave;
The rest, no matter how dear a tenancy mine’s been,
Must be quit-claimed, for new ownership to begin.
If you should chance this way sometime, soon or late,
And see what here I held, my whole estate,
Do not hesitate or look for any boundary stone,
Claim it all, and quickly, for your own.
I will not begrudge you one grain of salt or sand
If you’ll walk here, and see what I did, wild and grand.
2006-09-24
11:02:08
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