The Pier Poem by Kevin Carney
The Pier
Walk out onto the pier…
Take that long walk
down the straight narrow planks.
Aged and bleach by the sun…
Centuries old, time so hard.
Holding together through the change of seasons…
The hurricanes…
The Nor’easters…
Coming over the years as the rising tides.
They still hold straight and true…
Battered and beaten over the years…
The stories that could be told.
Still standing firm not giving in…
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