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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