Maria Del Pilar – POETIC TEXT BY HENRY ORLOFF: The Sea, the Ocean, is never still: it is a roaring wave in eternal drill! And the ebb and flow's unstoppable power remains, proof forever of Nature's surging might.

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES (1802–1849): To sea, to sea! our wide-winged bark Shall billowy cleave its sunny way, And with its shadow, fleet and dark, Break the caved Triton’s azure day, Like mighty eagle soaring light O’er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY CALE YOUNG RICE (1872–1943): Nights on the Indian Ocean, Long nights of moon and foam, When silvery Venus low in the sky Follows the sun home. Long nights when the mild monsoon Is breaking south-by-west, And when soft clouds and the singing shrouds Make all that is seem best. Nights on the Indian Ocean, Long nights – with land at last, Dim land, dissolving the long sea-spell Into a sudden past – That seems as far away As this our life shall seem When under the shadow of death’s shore We drop its ended dream.

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY RICHARD HOVEY (1864–1900): I am fevered with the sunset, I am fretful with the bay, For the wander-thirst is on me And my soul is in Cathay. There’s a schooner in the offing, With her topsails shot with fire, And my heart has gone aboard her For the Islands of Desire. I must forth again tomorrow! With the sunset I must be Hull down on the trail of rapture In the wonder of the Sea.

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY EMILY DICKINSON (1830–1886): This is the land the sunset washes, These are the banks of the Yellow Sea; Where it rose, or whither it rushes, These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traffic Strews the landing with opal bales; Merchantmen poise upon horizons, Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY WALT WHITMAN (1819–1892): I, facing west, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, over waves, Towards the land of migrations, look afar, I look off the shores of my Western sea, For starting westward from Hindustan, From Asia, from the north, From the south and the Spice Islands, Long having wander’d round the earth, Now I face home again, very pleas’d and joyous. (But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?) One thought, ever at the fore, That in the Divine Ship, the World, breasting time and space, All Peoples of the globe, together sail the same voyage, are bound to the same destination. An old, dismasted, gray and battered ship, In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor’d near the shore, Disabled, done.

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY WALT WHITMAN (1819–1892): Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck’d in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head; O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears? What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch’d there on the sand? Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries; O storm, embodied, rising, careering with swift steps along the beach! O wild and dismal night storm, with wind – O belching and desperate! O shade so sedate and decorous by day, with calm countenance and regulated pace, But away at night as you fly, none looking – O then the unloosen’d ocean, Of tears! tears! tears!

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY WALT WHITMAN (1819–1892): I am the Poem of Earth… Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea, Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form’d, altogether changed, and yet the same, I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe, And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn; And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin and make pure and beautify it.

Ursula Kleinecke – POETIC TEXT BY WALT WHITMAN (1819–1892): Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, Whispering I love you, before long I die, I have travel’d a long way merely to look on you to touch you, For I could not die till I once look’d on you, For I fear’d I might afterward lose you. Now we have met, we have look’d, we are safe, Return in peace to the ocean my love, I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated, Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how perfect! But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us, As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us diverse forever; Be not impatient – a little space – know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love.

POETIC TEXT BY ALEXANDRIA SCHAMMEL: Poetry of tunes Flows through Me Uplifting I’m soaring Through my own head of clouds Higher Higher Until I’m at complete peace The words of the music getting Louder and louder Till I know “How it feels to fly” Lower and lower Into myself

POETIC TEXT BY ALEXANDRIA SCHAMMEL: I am a salty stream that runs on a smooth surface I come out unexpected Express feelings Of joy, sadness, and pain But mostly I am sad I come with a loss of hope, security, and desire The parallel of happiness Maybe relief But still no comfort Just a space of emptiness I can puncture the soul like a dart to the heart I am tears And this is how I flow

POETIC TEXT BY ALEXANDRIA SCHAMMEL: Popsicles and ice cream A splash in the pool Sand between my feet As the waves come crashing down on me A kite soaring high In the clear blue skies Not a cloud in sight Just the warm summer breeze Flowing through my hair I feel free Sun soaring high Trees are green Flowers bright As the bees buzz by Soon the leaves turn to yellow orange, and red A mixture of warmth and sadness As summer ends The long summer days are over And the work begins Goodbye summer Hello fall again