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.|