Pink Ashley Poem by James McLain

Pink Ashley, pink inside and out,
She blooms where oysters cling and sprout,
Where waters shimmer, fresh and cool,
And trees cast shade in twilight's pool.

The sea wind sings her tender name,
She dances soft as summer flame;
Through coral groves and oyster beds,
Where silver tides and dreams are wed.

In salt-kissed air and petal hue,
She wakes in dawn's first rosy view.
Her laughter's like the waves' embrace,
A breath of joy in every place.

Beneath the trees, her whispers grow,
In currents warm, her spirits flow.
Pink Ashley, pink and pure, she gleams—
A quiet heart adrift in mist and dreams.