Yaquina Beach
The sound of the waves
Piercing the air
Fog horns blowing
We are here.......
A trail of stairs
Leading below
A walk thru the trees
Of pine and elder.......
You could hear the sounds
Of the crashing waves
The feel of the cool breeze
Drifting in from parts unknown......
The crow he caa's
The gull he flys......
Walking in the sand
With shoes in hand
Watching the fog roll in
From the ocean breeze......
Looking beyond to see
All the driftwood
Clam shells,oyster shells too......
The buoys were bobbin'
To the sway of the breaks
As I was to watch the fog roll out
To the drifting winds
Of the ocean sky............
Michael VanDyke @ 7/12/11
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