Sep 2015
The sky is gray
The water's waves reach the shore
Shells, sand, and rocks can be seen
With the sand under foot
You can hear the water's voice
The water's waves reach the shore
Shells, sand, and rocks can be seen
With the sand under foot
You can hear the water's voice
Point Gratiot is a park/picnic area near Lake Erie. I wrote this poem on July 27, 2012.
(F/New York)
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