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Shore (from 5/99 - request of my muse)
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Shore (from 5/99 - request of my muse) |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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The wind is whipping strong today Gray billowing clouds are moving fast The gray makes the horizon indistinct I sit on a rock, stuck like a mast Watching a gull, endless circles Sandpipers scamper at water's edge Watching the dune grass caressing the sand Flags flapping loudly beyond the ledge Although midsummer -I feel a shiver As the salt spray mixed with sand Stings and chills my face Why are not my feelings bland? I should get up, return to the cottage My mind still sees you, laughing, running From me 'round the rocks, sparkles in your eyes When you were caught, to feel you cling The first duty of love is to listen. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh, Please, thank your muse for me....this is a beautiful read! |
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Auguste 
since 2000-02-16
Posts 3953By the sea |
Bill, This is such good writing. I do believe your muse was with you when you wrote this. Take care.  Michael Proust- |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
I heard the sandpipers calling. Thank you. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--You have painted a beautiful scene in which to remember...enjoyed this poem, my friend. |
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