The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand © Cubby at Reowr
giggling with sheer delight
dancing with a gentle breeze
hear the horns and bells echo
fishing boats docking with ease
seagulls standing still… stoic
on the soggy darkened beach
rapt in wonder… oh, setting star!
orange, pinks and reds afar
blending into amethyst
gentle splash of rolling waves
hoot of an owl, telling time
islanders all heading home
© Cheryl-Lynn ‘19/01/06
© Cheryl-Lynn ‘19/01/06
Written to complete the first two lines of a poem by Cubby at Reowr.com
Your words painted a beautiful picture of an island village.
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I imagined myself at Port Burrell on Lake Erie…it all happened for real 🙂 on one of my solo road trips
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Your ability to recall all those details is incredible.
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