Sleepy santoña sits in the sea
Dreaming of tomorrow
And what it will be .
A little girl plays
On the sand so secure
Ignoring the waves
As they crash and roar.
The port stands far off
Breasting the swell
Calming the element
It knows so well.
And you ask yourself
'What about me?"
If I crossed this vast main
Would I finally be free?
Like the rivers that flow
From source to mouth
Or the bird that flies steady
From north to south .
It will take all you have
To reach the far shore
So go when you're ready
And find out for sure.
Cantabria
February 2025
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