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Read Poems by Ray Dillard

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Kemp's Ridley Release

I was there for the "frenzy"
  On the Padre Island shore
The day the park rangers
  Set the tiny turtles free.

Eighty-eight babies 
  Struggled to the gulf,
And I was there to see.

They paddled and pushed their way
  Toward the morning sun.
One hundred fifty watched--
  I was only one.

A net extended over them,
  Protection from the gulls.
Flags on long poles waving
  Made the bandits mull.

The babes like bite sized cookies
  Sanded with brown sugar.
They moved away with purpose,
  Each one near the other.

In a decade the "arrabada"
 Will follow a storm ashore.
Each will leave a "clutch" behind
  Of maybe a hundred more.

Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2017


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