Jeffrey Hull
Friday, September 02, 2005
Seaside
The sea-rocks bob like blackened corks
Beside indifferent shores;
The water buoys and twists and torques
The granite commodores.
As seagulls skim the curling wave
They urge the rocks to swim;
The sky maintains they must be brave,
Their plight however grim.
The mincing stormy petrels shod
In water-walking shoes
Regard the laundry line of God
And sails of far canoes.
A Portuguese sunbather lies
Amid the kelp and foam
And light as bubbles thoughts arise
Of trees and hills and home.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
Beside indifferent shores;
The water buoys and twists and torques
The granite commodores.
As seagulls skim the curling wave
They urge the rocks to swim;
The sky maintains they must be brave,
Their plight however grim.
The mincing stormy petrels shod
In water-walking shoes
Regard the laundry line of God
And sails of far canoes.
A Portuguese sunbather lies
Amid the kelp and foam
And light as bubbles thoughts arise
Of trees and hills and home.
© 2005 Jeffrey Hull
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