On The Dock
The dark wood stretching from the shore,
nearby a rack filled with long oars,
ducks swim nearby in a long row,
towards the rocky beach they go.
Underfoot the dock shifts and sways,
responding to the gentle waves,
a little boy peers as the fish
zip underneath with a tail swish.
Old tires posted on each side,
so that boat hulls will not collide,
and bang up their expensive hulls,
right now they’re sporting lazy gulls.
Wood ladder nailed on to the end
for swimmers to return again...
I set my chair on this small peer,
to spend some quiet hours here.
Hey look, there’s an eagle…
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