The ocean mist
The highest tides
Sea gulls screeching
Waves crash, sea foam lies.
The Bay is like a mirror today
Reflecting the beauty of the clouds
Blue skies, blue water
The sound of the Bay , there is no other
May the Bay always hold its beauty
For others to enjoy
To let the waves crash freely
An to admire a sunset from its shores.
I wrote this poem the other day as the clouds were reflecting on the Bay. The beauty of mother nature we should just stop for a minute and enjoy it.
Beachcomber....
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