Stranded Poem by Bill Wright

Stranded



The morning sun shimmers,
Gently over the mudflats,
Reflecting on the little boats' hulls.

Stranded on the flats,
Like beached whales,
With only the gulls for company.

They stand alone and still
Patiently waiting for the next tide,
To bob them into action.

Saturday, July 30, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: boats,dawn ,seaside
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I live by the sea and wrote this after seeing the little boats at low tide.
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