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Cohasset, June 1987 August 9, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Boats waltzing on southerly breeze

no anchor needed to keep them still

Sun is lazy to release dawn

to treat the wet earth first

with its light then its heat

Gulls busy themselves with

breakfast or argue about it

amongst themselves but for

some it’s too early and they

sit and watch and wait

while others are frantic

hover, dive, splash!

Old seaport towns are lessons

that the world has a happy spin

bridging generations in lapping water

and lobster snares and measuring

success in consecutive days of

freedom ransomed by the forefathers

and cherished in various ways

by each his own way today.

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1. bbZuSh - August 9, 2007

Well written. Dragged me into an unknown world you could say 🙂


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