Along the Shore

The lake echoes waves that melt to the shore

To deluge with fine sand, soggy green seaweed,

Slippery smooth pebbles and the petite shells

Of tiny crustaceans, their edges sharp as glass

Shine white to glint silver sparkling in the sun.

Deadfall, now long smooth driftwood logs

Scatter, inland to rest solid in higher sand

Like pews set in nature’s vast holy ground

To serve as seats for the weary who wander the shore.

 

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