A Day At the Cape Cod
Brunette shadows echo off of the afternoon;
moving loftily through the atmosphere with cotton kisses
Under a pastel, sea blue dome
Star gazing pines stand tall and high
Reaching up and out, for a brush of the sun
Along the craggy path of thickened scrubs;
Coarse sea plants engage, along the road
White sands pose in piles,
that look as though they were drawn, by an artist
Toasted air passes by my window,
as we approach the seaside
The Atlantic Ocean haunts my senses
Mounds of sand dunes reach up in spectacle,
as their tall rough grasses shift in the breeze
Swarms of bodies bathe by the waters
Children swam in piles of sand ,
with buckets and shovels and laughter alike
The soothing sounds of the waves -
crashing along, in constant frantic motion
We rest on our blanket of ease
The sounds of the ocean caress and utter, in the breeze
We are in a motionless trace of sight and sensations
Locked in my memory, I have bottled a moment in time
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2008
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