South Cove

Salt air invigorates my lungs;
I lift my head skyward.
Soft sand caresses my feet;
The grains sift through my toes.
Fresh breezes tease my hair,
Styling it away from my face.
Cool water splashes my legs
As it flows around my ankles.
A foghorn bleats -
Warning every thirty seconds.
Trains whistle in town
To signal the drawbridge.
A crab scuttles to the grass,
Startled by our pheasant, Shaun.
Sammy, the red-winged blackbird,
Gobbles old bread from the railing.
The clock in the galley
Strikes eight bells.
Lunch time!

11/21/96

Heather J Wightman

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