Summer Nostalgia |
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Abundant toys along the shore summer sands shall play no more A steely carpet the wave’s low roar unrolled across a vacant shore.
Storm-tossed wave-washed seaweed-lined door to gateways now most unexplored peeking gulls and twittering turns dodge the waves, parole the dunes
Fodder of first fall’s storms, the ocean serves up a scavenger’s feast softly rolling fury’s ceased. Left for us this gray peeled sky iron sea and loan gull’s eye
The beach transforms back to its own kept and washed with fresh sea-foam every trace of summer’s play cleanly, roughly, washed away
memories in the sand held deep natures form returns to sweep its own true scape, and manless keep beneath the storms of winter’s sleep
We come and visit often here watching how the summer is cleared no longer ours the glowing sun warm waves tumbling for our fun
Gathered back into herself the sea commands the shore
And once again we know we are but surface dwellers transient here when in one storm our scents washed clear and nature know not who was there.
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This wound will not be healed until we really, really, really, hear All the warnings dire from a generation ago stop the oil flow! energy- energy clean and beautiful will grow it is green yellow blue the colors of earth and true clear and here and free to all abundance we must answer the call Hear – oh hear oh hear us all the creatures earth wind sky all call hear, perceive turn and receive the gifts each gives
Do not pump and drill and toil lookup to clear earth’s foil ride on the strength of tides the ocean breeze it’s hidden message, receive
It’s free it’s here it’s crystal clear there is no need to beggar the earth and bring her to her knees- all before us flees.
Breathe! Clear and free Take! What is offered
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