Post by albaugh1976 on Feb 12, 2005 23:04:54 GMT -5
I wrote this freestyle poem during my last month living on the island with the great unknown rising across the horizon once again:
The sun is setting behind me...casting my long shadow to the shell line of North Beach as abandoned sand castles wait for the melting tide. Downtown, the Shrimp Festival is over. The clang of vendors hammering tent poles echoes down empty sidewalks...but it's good to see things getting back to normal again...The quieting of 3rd Street.
The sun is setting behind me...casting my long shadow to the shell line of North Beach as abandoned sand castles wait for the melting tide. Downtown, the Shrimp Festival is over. The clang of vendors hammering tent poles echoes down empty sidewalks...but it's good to see things getting back to normal again...The quieting of 3rd Street.