A morning mist upon the sea
the sun has yet to show her face
while boats are tethered to the quay,
a peaceful place.
The fishermen have long set sail
upon the early morning tide,
to beat the sea, they must prevail,
on oceans wide.
Lean back against the quayside wall
while gulls are wheeling overhead
and listen to their plaintive call,
‘please throw some bread.’
The mist dissolves and rolls away,
grey clouds now breaking, free the sun,
the promise of a clear warm day,
now see the fun.
Let’s grab a blanket, find the beach
and walk upon the golden sand,
discover all our dreams in reach,
please take my hand.









~Pamela





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