White capped waves crash against the ledge,
again and again they pound rock strewn hedges.
Surging surfs toss up yreasures galore,
debris, shells, rockweed and more.
Gulls and terns call happily then swoop and glide,
searching hungerly for edibles to abide.
Salt spray odors waft off the main,
coursing your blood, exciting your brain.
I, wonder what new scenes tomorrow will unfold,
I don't try guess, for I'm not that bold.
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Where's the book my friend? where's the book? Love Duncan