Poetry by Rhonda Cooley
Ocean Symphony Sings To Me
By Rhonda Cooley
September 5, 2002
Ocean symphony sings to me,
About children who wish to be free.
Music composed, mixed by the wind,
Haunting cries of gulls to blend.
Writing the melody sad and true,
But sings to me the answer too.
First, ocean that I see,
Sings to me a tragedy.
Sings of a mother's fear for her son,
Of a gang member who carries a gun.
Sings of a child lost and adrift,
Of a student who needs a lift.
Second, ocean that I see,
Sings to me a harmony.
Sings of a mother's hope for her son,
Of a gang member who puts down his gun.
Sings of a student no longer lost and adrift,
Of a teacher reaching him with her gift.
Ocean symphony sings to me,
About children who wish to be free.
Music composed, mixed by the wind,
Haunting cries of gulls to blend.
Writing the melody sad and true,
But sings to me the answer too.
Teachers caring, mixed by the wind,
Helping a student's life to mend.
Rearranging the music, setting it free,
Helping a student be all he can be.
Ocean symphony that I now hear,
Erases all of our children's fear.
