At Peace

Acceptance

At Peace

Gulls cry,

waves crash,

foaming over shale and sand.

Salt spray flies

on a whipping wind

and white horses dance

atop a seal grey sea.

On the deserted beach

a lone sentinel

looks upon a misty

bleak horizon,

and breathes deep

the cleansed air

of contentment.

 

10/06/17

Reviews

[wordman]

sounds beautiful john,glad someone has peace

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wish everyone did Ron. Hope you are good and many thanks!

[duff]

The ocean is pure magic. Full of beauty and a level of intrigue that never ends. So much life and a raw uncontrolled freedom. Fantastic stuff. Wish I was there now. Relaxation therapy. Thanks for sharing.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed it is calming and mystical at the same time. Many thanks duff.

[duff]

You bet man.

[Coyote Poetry]

I need this place. I do have Lake St. Clair seven miles away. Perfect description create beautiful place. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You are lucky to have a beautiful lake so close. many thanks Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do appreciate her. I do three times weekly to her. Grandchildren love to swim and you are welcome John.