hickory nuts
and wind trees
are keeping
at the old buckle bay
light house corners and
shaker church craft
slip anchor on the southern tip

secret legions
and phenolic board
tuck in at gout dock
bands and nations
and miracle speak
fill in the center hall

sand hooks
and water domes
cover wharf road
***** bay toppers
and seven horse chugs
scatter the swollen upper deck

packards and pushers
and rusty back rails
skirt the night
lanterns and sterns
and navy gulls
steady on task

sand cakes
and drift wood
held tight on
the mystery tour
yellow tails
and tide pools
flat line
at royal reach

paddles
and cables
find ripples way
smugglers and smitties
take cover
from a
northern gale

down on
pocket shoal
there’s a graceful hue
~ they’re serving up
belons and xan…
it's time to get in
for a fill

My clear Dream girl, you inspire me to write.
I love the way you care, amour and love,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the smart belove.

Let me compare you to a loving bay?
You are more caring and more sarcastic.
Black breeze ***** the daring dancers of May,
And the springtime has the phenolic plastic.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your glorious Eyes, Sighs and Voice.
Thinking of your alluring Sighs fills my days.
My love for you is the beautiful ties.

Now I must away with a staring heart,
Remember my fond words whilst we're apart.