THE ROCKY SHORES OF MAINE
I could stand on the
rocky shores of Maine
forever
salt air on my face
and wind in my hair
waves splashing
dangerously and tides enticing.
Now rain, now sun,
now rain again
come wind, then cold
and snow and ice.
The slippery seaweed
and jagged ledge
calling, taunting,
and daring me.
The tempest raging,
the gales ripping
the icy water tearing
constantly at the flesh
the merciless sea
endlessly devouring.
Then depositing a
precious pearl
gleaming brilliantly
in a jumble of sea skeletons.
I could stand on the
rocky shores of Maine
forever.
The rocky shores of Maine. |