Standing on the
observation deck,
cool breeze blows
through my hair,
whilst I look
out over the ocean.
The waves wash up
along the desolate beach,
I see a fishing boat
heading out to check
the traps....
checking to see
what the fisher has
for today's catch.
The wind picks up
it gets cold,
the eyes get watery,
time to turn around
and go.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.25/2004
I took my writing book with me to the beach. I was hoping for something to inspire me.
