The coastline. A poem to celebrate the warms day of Spring a-coming
The Coastline
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
In 1991, I drove from Michigan to California. I wrote this poem the day I saw the Ocean.
The Coastline
I fell in love with her on a December morning.
I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.
Her power.
I walk quickly to her.
She was dancing on the shore.
Nothing could equal her beauty.
I gazed in wonder for hours sitting on the sand.
How could I have not escape to her beauty before this day?
Now I walk up and down the shore.
Watching the waves.
The beauty of her be-witched my heart.
I knew when I left her.
I would yearn for her sight.
Never be complete till she was dancing my feet again.
My love was the Pacific ocean.
The peaceful sea.
I wish to be with her today.
Coyote
December 1992
From my front door to the beach: 20 minutes. I’ve lived in S. California for 8 years. I’m native to a landlocked state and remember those emotions when I visited and had to leave her.
I have to thank you, you’re poem made me very aware of where I was–I can smell the sea in the air. 🙂
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Being close to the sea is always a good day. I will return this year to Highway one and roam again. This time I will appreciate the Pacific ocean more. You were lucky.8 years by the sea. I was station at Fort Ord, Ca. for three years. Us Soldiers would run on the beach daily. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts.
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I remember going to the beach and hearing cadence many years ago, But it was the Marines. 🙂
Thank you for sharing as well.
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Raised on the Atlantic, and now living at the foot of the Alps, I SOOOO understand that love 🙂
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I love the alps too. I was station in Germany from 1977-1980. I had friends in Basel. The mountain are a beautiful place too. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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You make me wish I was there
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I wish I could be near the sea also. This year I will return the California coastline with a good camera. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Makes me ache to hear the waves swishing across the sandy shores. There is nothing like the ocean. Very nice poem.
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I agree. One day I will get rich. Live near the sea. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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