This poem was originally written in 1957 to the woman who was to become my wife the following year. It was published in Tomorrow Never Knows, the 1995 annual anthology of poetry of  The National Library of Poetry.

To Rosemarie

Where roars the mighty surf
And plays the sun upon a land so bright,
There came a girl from far away...to play.
Upon the sands beneath the cliffs,
I found her there one night.

The sun had slipped beneath the sea
And left the sky with streaks of red and gold
And silhouettes of feeding birds
So sure and graceful in their flight.

A song was written there upon the sands,
And left to fly...forever...with the wind.
Sweet strains of music, I am told, are heard there still,
Where roars the mighty surf
And plays the sun upon a land so bright.