The Sand Dunes Bard
......for Clark
Thoughts are more sure-footed at
Low tide, those he meets along the way
Are often stationary....sometimes stuck,
With a helpful curse, a hand reaches out,
Feigns retreat, chuckles and spares another
Mucklucker from the landsharks,
Towards sundown, God provides,
A daily dose of thanksgiving squeezes between
Epitaphs, well earned....
No bearing, the sea, nor desired, but the gems
Left behind sparkle forever,
Mental health central,
A
Moveable
Feast
10/4/14
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2014
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