Alma Bay Poem by Jonathan Drane

Crescent bay and whisper trees
Boulders singing dreams to me
Grass is stretching to the shore
And past the dripping palms

Sun on shoulders, hat is straw
Eyes in shadow, ever more
I can see the turtle back
Floating on the sea

Lawn in shadow, children play
Fig tree vines and sunny days
Toes are lapping to the shore
And tickling my feet

Life guards watching, not a wave
Waiting for the glory day
Sleeping on the sunning grass
And blinking at the girls

Alma in the crescent bay
Heat on rock and flapping ray
I can see her walking here
Upon the wetting sand

Shows me how the bay was made
Laval flow the sailors say
She is calling out to me
To come back evermore

Petals and the dripping leaves
Shading and the deep, deep sea
On the trunk I felt the bark
And held my face to thee……