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| Category - Nature | | A Poem from the Jetty Views Collection | | From Slumber Rose - Viewed 1717 Times | David Devaney
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April 10, 2005 |
Silent slowing silhouettes
did suddenly appear.
At first I did not recognize
what was now drawing near.
I stood my ground as ominous
this demon breached the strait.
Colored gray, as was the fog,
my fears would not abate.
I could not see the vessels name
this misting April day.
The sun had not from slumber rose
night’s edge was on display.
I first had seen the pilot boat,
it solitary rode.
Through the jetty, into dawn,
it had not then foretold.
These tales of every buccaneer, pirate’s ship and ghost
Sailing through these Texas seas
of conquest they do boast.
For when the mist and fog are found
along the jetty’s edge.
Life’s destiny is fearful felt
by every mate and pledge. | | © 2005 David Devaney |
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