Grayland
GRAYLAND
Grayland,
The grayest little town
that I have ever been to
where the people are peaceful
the beaches are wide and the water is gray
The fog like a thick blanket or a thin curtain
covers the other side of the fence and the ends of
the busy road but neither toad or deer tries to cross
at any time due to fear of bears who dare to sneak around
and traffic that zooms on through to Tokeland or further
Copyright © John Long | Year Posted 2018
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