The Shores of the NorthA Poem by Josie E. Cook M. A.Old battles remain in our minds as ghosts with ships on the seas of time keep coming back to us through waves of reflective thoughts.The Shores of the North
Walking along the marshes Of the waterfront A sandbar out about five feet My toes in the grit of the colored particles My eyes close to dream about Another time All those battles on the waters Of this land Ships of the French, and some of them British And the ghosts of them Had the cannons booming With flags on the crafts Blowing in the winds Their bursts of fire Paint the skies As smoke billows with the currents The shallows contain dead bodies Washed up with the tides Pebbles and leaves on their coats Moss mixed with the salt water in their hair From the depths Comes the stone crabs to pick at them There is no mercy for them as they Seek the staring dead eyes of these men Dry bones collect on the distant shores without A sought treasure An island near has pink shells instead And is wild with natural debris in the sea grasses My toes feel something sharp And I come to Forgetting the pain of this daydream In a cove of sadness. --J. E. Cook ©2017 © 2017 Josie E. Cook M. A.Author's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 31, 2017 Last Updated on August 31, 2017 Tags: war, water, north shores, poems, history AuthorJosie E. Cook M. A.urbana, OHAboutI have recently received my second degree for Antioch University Midwest in Creative Writing. Poetry is my passion along with digital photography, painting, and fiction writing. I make my own jewelr.. more..Writing
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