Eastern Shore

April 30, 2013

Eastern Shore colors muted by fog white caps rushing toward shore seagulls barking orders to each other fog horns bellowing in the distance heavy wet earth fish rotting rocky wet sand icy water dripping from the cliffs the bite of the crisp air bitter saltiness separate, sweet melancholy

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Amanda BallouApr 30, 2013

this is a poem where each line uses one of the senses see, hear, taste, touch. Its basically about taking in the simple experience of walking by the ocean.