THIS MORNING

THIS MORNING

I picked the last rose of summer this morning

From a garden parched and dry.

I saw a rainbow this morning

And heard the seabirds cry.

The wind was cold this morning

Over a pewter coloured sea

I sat by the water’s edge this morning

And some peace it brought to me.

The sky was filled with gulls

And the chilly wind whipped the sand

Seaweed, shells and starfish

Loved ones holding hands.

Early morning adventurers

Jogging at the start of the day

A cheery hello between friends

And then they were on their way.

I observed Nature’s canvas this morning

And the things she was painting for me.

I quietly contemplated this morning

As I sat by the steel grey sea.

There was beauty there this morning

And it brought me some release

My heart somewhat lighter this morning

As I accepted the gift of peace.

© Linda J. Vaughan

23^rd. April 2004

STROLLING THE SHORE

STROLLING THE SHORE

Come walk with me along the shore
Let's touch the shifting sands,
The wind in our hair, salt on our lips
Let's hold the world in our hands.

Imagine for a moment if you will
The sand under your feet
Let's wade knee deep at the edge
Where the sand and the water meet.

We will stroll and talk
And pick up shells
We will hold them up to our ears
Hear the stories the ocean tells.

Let's wander back in thought to the days
When the ships would sail from Cape May
When the women would wait with loving hearts
And hope at the start of each day.

We'll regale each other with stories
Of ships that sailed at the  morning
Of the prayers and the hopes still held fast
And the light that flashed as a warning.

We'll sit on the sand and rest a while
With hearts that are full and deep
And the memories that we are making
Will be ones we will cherish and keep.

We will listen to the water
As it swells and rises and falls,
See the seabirds lift and soar,
And hear their plaintive calls.

If I close my eyes I can see it all
The sun, the shells and the sand,
The breeze whipping up the water
And the day just as it was planned.

I'll gladly walk the shore with you
And willingly take your hand
As we both share with wonder
And the way that things are planned.

© Linda J. Vaughan
March 21st. 2012