Seawall Shoreline

The sea once more. And I'd half forgotten
Sweet fern and bay and sea-weed rotten
In salt and sun; and waves storm-greyed
Making the noise they've always made.

Gulls and winds and juniper smell,
And always the ancient gathering swell
Crashing the rocks tree-high, and then 
Falling and surging to break again.

Maine Shore, by Dorothy Keeley Aldis


Walked the shoreline to the spruce trees in the distance and hung up my hammock for a morning of watching the tide rise and fall.