When asked to write One more poem I felt afraid Afraid of the unknowing Yet the juice lives there When I close my eyes So here is a peek Of under Bo skies Twelve Harrier gulls Line Stinson sand…and Two crows chase randomly In the fog, stand grandly Softly waves fall Out in the mist As I get the gist Of pen and wrist Etch with each twist Still out in the mist Softly waves fall Endlessly the love Flows streaming from this bay Fits all like a glove A home for heart to stay -Right here today, on the Bo Bay
September 17, 2010
Bo Bay Today, Wed. 9.15.10 7A.M.
When asked to write One more poem I felt afraid Afraid of the unknowing Yet the juice lives there When I close my eyes So here is a peek Of under Bo skies Twelve Harrier gulls Line Stinson sand…and Two crows chase randomly In the fog, stand grandly Softly waves fall Out in the mist As I get the gist Of pen and wrist Etch with each twist Still out in the mist Softly waves fall Endlessly the love Flows streaming from this bay Fits all like a glove A home for heart to stay -Right here today, on the Bo Bay
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