Coast and Port
Freeform Poetry About My Homeland
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Whether feeling the wind beneath your wings
or inhaling the salty air,
the coast and port leave no retort,
too mystical to compare.
The grass and trees extend
to a point of sudden stop,
where sand and stone make their home
and critters hide in rocks.
The shore is lined with black & whites
and minerals of all kinds,
rushing waves advance for days,
then settle in due time.
Follow the planks stretched outward,
allotted spots and dots,
gulls aloft leave forget-me-nots,
but we’d rather they did not.
Massive metal constructs
you’d think should sink and never swim,
float and skim on a whim,
displaying pseudonyms.
Beyond the harbor bustle
there’s a different kind of noise,
nature sounds readily abound,
creatures of grace and poise.
Below the veil of worlds,
a life unlike our own,
take it slow when you go
and behold the unknown.
It’s a peaceful place to be
and begets pure serenity,
if you wish to see under the sea
then we’ll go, you and me.
Courtesy of Friendship, Maine.
