At Crescent Beach...
Foam edged scallops pattern the sand
As the sea comes to meet the land,
Not with a rush of waves on the lee
But quiet and silver...so restful to see.
The logs are cradled, approaching the shore,
And rocked very gently...where they join some more
That have lain in seaweed...bleached by the sun
Where seagulls strut, and little crabs run.
Everythings peaceful at the end of the day.
It doesn't hurt if the sky is all grey...
And the birds are quiet, and all is SO still..
Just a cool breeze is whisp'ring, coming over the hill.
There ARE times when the water is "splashingly" thrown
Against ragged rocks where it's fury is shown.
Defying the barriers...breaking sapphire to white.
There's a brilliant blue sky, and sun that is bright.
That's exciting, fantastic, and makes one exclaim
In wonder at Nature, as waves break again.
But..this evening the calmness suits me just fine..
To relax, think of blessings, and this place so "Sublime!"
A Tonic At Sunset
A dark grey cloud shaped like a whale
Is all outlined in gold...
Gliding in the sky of blue
While up above the bold
Grey cap of solid clouds
Have ripples of lovely rose
And tops of fir trees in silhouette
Show...an eagle in a pose
Of stately grandeur, as it looks
To the sea for something good...
It naturally would like the TASTE
Of SALMON...as it's food.
The cold light wind sways the poplars
To the tune of a chugging barge
That's tied to a tiny towboat
Pulling a load SO large.
This grand display of Nature
Ever changing at setting sun
Relieves the trouble of one's life...
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The Old Buckley House
(Built in 1879)
I love you old house, I can't say just why ...
So snug on the knoll, outlined 'gainst the sky.
The charm of you shape, the old lovely trees,
And even the bent fence somehow doth please.
The family who built you way back in the past ...
I'm sure are just filled with memories that last.
The running of feet on sturdy stairway,
The banging of screens as they run out to play.
The pleasant large kitchen, with flies buzzing 'round,
And all thro' the orchard, the fruit on the ground.
The lilacs in back that scented the air,
The rich dark earth gardened with care.
And, looking thro' windows stained with different hues
One saw the waters with various blues ...
Sometimes they were calm, and restful to see,
But sometimes were angry, and dashed on the lee.
Those glorious sunsets of red, yellow and gold,
Some wispy and fragile, some solid and bold.
Could I just paint the picture ... plus Islands afar ...
The soft glowing color, and in it a star!
Oh, beauties around us ... how it helps us to live ...
What pleasure, what comfort waht succor it gives!
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On An Island Fair...
Sun making sparkling diamonds on ripples of the sea
As it rushes making soothing sounds, while breaking on the lea.
Seagulls resting on a rock like white patterns of a quilt,
While Orca whales go "blowing" by, and boaters should feel guilt
For following too closely, to disturb them in their play,
Or spoil the feeding pattern that they follow every day.
Two eagles on currents gliding, so high up in the sky..
While down below a sailboat, lazily goes by.
The grass is turning yellow, and Nature's drying out,
But yet she still leaves beauty in other things about.
The blossoms of the wild rose exchanged for red "rose hips"
That make delicious Jelly, and makes one smack their lips!
The blossoms of the thistle have changed to greyish fluff...
But it's time the Golden Finch come, and will use the stuff
To make their nests so nice and soft for wee ones when they're born.
The yearlings of both cow and horse, look as tho' they're shorn...
For, during these much warmer days, they lose the thickened hair
That had been a protection, when the cooler days were there.
There is SO much enjoyment in Nature when it's left
To follow every season. In the City it's bereft
Of all the trees and bushes, wild flowers, and the bays
That still are not polluted..are as fresh as earlier days.
At least it's still a Haven, where City folks can stay
To get away from pressure... and enjoy another way
Of living, near to Nature...and thereby get release
From problems, and their worries...and once again feel PEACE!
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It's Time for
"Thanksgiving!" It's time for
"Fall,s" approaching, and leaves have fallen low,
Making a "Rust Colored Carpet", on all the lawns below.
It's time to reap the harvest of lost of food to ear,
When ground is bare and frozen, we all have such a treat to have "Fruits of our
Labor", and other foods for health.
That can be had by poor folks...as well as those with wealth!
Especially on"Thanksgiving" which is a "Special Day" To " Thank
Our God For Blessings," which He has sent our way! So, let us All remember, to
"Thank Hime For His Love," And "All the many blessings, He sends down from
Above!" |
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