Surf casting, spending time with father, moves poet to pen, The Shore
If you grew up around here, you learn to love the water: The ocean, bay, rivers and streams. I love the fall, but always hate to see the summer come to an end.
When I was little, my father would take my brother and me down to the fishing pier, where we would catch three-fish-at-a-time, when they were running; and to this day, I remember how exciting it was.
We would also go surf-casting from the beach, at Sandbridge and many times in Hatteras. We are very fortunate to have the beaches and other natural areas that surround us.
A shell you’ve kept for many years
Reminds you of a sunny day
Of laughter and of happy times,
And peace along the way.
The diamond-studded ocean waves
Reflect the skies aglow,
With crimson, sparkling clouds;
As the sun begins to show.
With drifting foam upon the sand
And other gifts to find,
The spectral dawn emerges,
Spreading light, eclipsing time.
It never, ever is the same -
In wind, the sun, or rain,
The ocean sings its vibrant song
And brings us back again.
A seagull flies not far away.
A piper swiftly runs.
A dolphin group is passing by
Reflected in the sun.
The sights and sounds;
The mystic clouds,
Who could ask for more;
Than a visit to the shore.
Photo by Debbie Collett.
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