Somewhere an ocean spreads on a sleeping beach
Somewhere a wave falls red with krill
Somewhere a blue whale leaps in scaffold breach
Somewhere a tern paints an arctic sky
Somewhere the day is quiet, golden and still
Somewhere a man faces his death and asks why
Somewhere a pie cools just baked on a wooden sill
Somewhere a man faces his death And somewhere a pie cools on a wooden sill those last two lines have something special to them, a strange sort of parallel that makes you see...
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Somewhere....a place so often visited in the mind's eye of this poet's heart. Ahhh...To stow away in the stolen moments of somewhere' s surroundings. Thanks for allowing me to come along. PEACE