The mornings’ sleepy yawn awakes
I arise from bed as she breaks
Seafarer
Trees bend to wind in mock salute
With coffee to porch I do scoot
By seaside
Salt air swirls a foggy retreat
While sounds of the ocean keeps beat
In seashell
Shifting sands hold time in a grain
Spoken upon waves constant reign
Of seacoast
The days grace an ancient trade route
With love of beauty absolute
My seashore
written 5-12-2020 copyright Jeanne McGee
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Compounding The Verse Poetry Contest 1st place
Thank You Joseph :D you made my day today...
Caucasus mountains,
another trade route threatened
rude,crude oil's pipeline....
Cyclone in the east
temporary closure's
who controls trade route now....
Nature's beast
naked exposure
our weakened state now bow...
Large swells
High wind
heavy rain
flooding
ships
stop
oil
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while we sleep............
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