The First Night She Came Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

The First Night She Came



I have waited on the rocks for her to come
Only at night when the moon is full.
The nights are rarely clear the stars unseen
Yet shine.
High tide kept the water up around.
I knew it was her the first night she came.
And as we got to know each other she would
Come every night until she came no more.

The First Night She Came
Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: coming,need for human,sea
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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