By the Old Shore

Toes in the sand 

A plane about to 

Land

And jet skiis 

Race down the 

Lake

The sun already 

Set

The birds fly to their 

Nest

The blues 

Start to darken 

Away

The waves 

And the rocks

Collide in small 

Amounts

And soon

It will dry 

By the 

Bay

The water is cold 

But soon 

We'll be old

And these times

Will be forgotten

As we 

Age

Reviews

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

As a Jersey boy, I'm drawn to anything about the shore. This definitely made me miss sitting at it's side and just letting the rest of the world be. Nicely done.

[Sylvaine Aetherwyn]

Beautiful.. truly..it makes me wonder about life and everything again..the writing style is also good!