Amanuensis Monday - Grandma Hill's Poetry, week 24

THE SEA

Anger at rock barriers ordeals energies,

Exhausted, lies prone, placid,

Rests in the sun,

Fertilizes egg clouds.

Playfully washes the dwellers,

Sense of humor with guests

Supports them, enjoys their shock,

Sometimes destroys, not knowing own strength.

Appetite satisfied by feelers,

Offering sacrifice; tribute to master,

A sometime friend to man,

Aloof companion to land.

Powerful, strange, deep,

Sensitive, complex sea.

Nancy Jane Wiley Hill (1875-1960) was always writing something.  Many of those poems are now in the possession of her granddaughter Shirley Kern.  Shirley, with the help of her sister-in-law Ruth Ormsby, transcribed these poems in 1996 for a Hill-Ormsby-Kern family reunion.  I am going to post many of these poems so that they may be enjoyed by all.

These are copyright 1996 and reprinted with permission.