Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Captiva - a poem
At day's end
Small, soft waves gently push ashore
As the hazy sun spreads warm across the sea
The grass, nature's natural border to the water
A lone walker looks out to the horizon
Gently smudged across the water
A lone vessel bobbles on the ripples of the waves
Its work or pleasure done for the day
Peacefully the day ends
Quietly, in hushed tones
It bids 'good day'
Before the sun sets and drops behind the horizon
Closing another Captiva day.
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