Loblolly Cove

As I traverse the rocks in Loblolly Cove Searching for solid footing Amongst jagged teeth and seaweed slopes As the shadows of Herrings call out warning Circling high above in the slipstream Thunderous and pounding are the waves Sending the curious gulls to flight Amidst the wind whipped brackish bite Snapping at my heels with each step trodden Watching the white caps on Normans Woe They are spirits of sailors in the archaic hulls Descending for a reckoning in darkened skies A tattered and eerie line To the horizon the cloud cover spreads Listening to the symphony of the coastline As I traverse the rocks in Loblolly Cove Inspired by Vince Suzadail's "Pending Storm". These are the rock I climbed every day as a boy. Thanks Vince