Sea Poetry
By Pat G
The slap of the sail is his rhythm as the cry of the gull is his rhyme. Like sailors of old he is driven by wind through this voyage of time Past headlands of gray granite vision with their pine trees bent out of line to the shoals of greed and derision where the moon's ring is truly a sign that tempests of wave or emotion will erode all things hard over time. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 04:41 PM PST, Pat Grantt 0 • 10
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"The slap of the sail is his rhythm..."