rowboat
one man
in a little white
rowboat
no longer than he was
tall
you don’t see that
very
often around here
all the locals have
power boats
run-abouts and
fishing skiffs
or the hot-rod
cigarette boats
with their loud
engines
and the sailors all
use
dinghies with an
outboard
a man quietly rowing
a tiny white boat
with shiny wooden
paddles
in brass oarlocks --
that was a peaceful
sight to behold
he pulled up to a
dock
near a small house
and disappeared
- tuesday, 1 december
advent 2015
Penns Landing Marina
Beautiful poem, Marney, and loved your reflections, Dave. And your Thanksgiving sounds delightful. Who needs turkey when you have the Virgin Islands!
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Hello Marney .. It is Maggie ... nice I can follow you now. Nice poem <3
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You look very good at the wheel :)
i see it! :)
ReplyDeleteFollowing your journey where you both are good writers is a gift. You should know that what you are missing by being closer to shore and in touch is more dangerous winds than you may face there. Keep making good decisions and enjoying being masters of your fate. Back at home, it's not looking so clear on the horizon. Love love,
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