inspirational poetry

i am the wind that wavers
glooms of the live-oaks
be not angry with me
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i am a woman
therefore i may not
there is no flock, however watched and tended
above them all, looking down
the poets tell
my mother taught me that every night
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
there by the window in the old house
it tells of good old times
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break