The bay sits shimmering, in the sunrise breeze,
Lapped by taunting tongue, of the teasing seas,
Pulling silken sheets, over white beach stones,
Seeking solace, in the surrounding tree´s bones.
Silent water´s of tides, that softly ripple
& sway,
That little blue inlet, where the fish love
to play,
Where, upon rocks, cockles & whelks come
to stay,
That little blue haven, my small summer-time
bay.
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