The Shore
I sit on the rocks at the River Front,
The wind tells me it’s there!
The Seagulls I see are at peace, at home,
And gracefully dancing in the air!
Yet through these dead and lifeless rocks
Some weeds reach for the sun!
Don’t know them by name, can’t see their roots,
Can’t say how their journey begun!
Some have dared to blossom, to flourish,
And allow their true beauty to show!
Some choose to thrive beneath the rocks
In darkness, why, I don’t know!!
A small boat zooms by its’ passengers happy,
On its’ side the words “Mr. Dave’s”
Their hands acknowledge me, but their eyes will never see,
The effects of creating un-natural waves!
A little further out then that, cargo ship “Calumet”
I can’t see them, but I’m sure they can see me.
Going about its’ daily course, inside I ask is there remorse,
Could the un-natural change its’ destiny!
And at last the other coast, so beautiful that I must boast.
The feelings that I had were so serene.
It seemed to move in harmony, as far as my eyes could see,
The grass portrayed the purest shades of natural green!
Wait a minute how can this be, over there I’m seeing me,
Pacing back and forth deep in thought!
I can’t believe what he just said, deep within, inside my head.
He understands everything that’s being taught!
I realized right at that point. The two were one bone, marrow, joint.
From that reality I confess I cannot hide!
The other I said to me, if he could choose our destiny,
He would choose the serenity of my side!
For a moment I felt confused, I thought he said my side he’d choose.
Then god’s peace settled in like before!
I share with you the wisdom found, simple yes and yet profound.
The other I was looking at the other shore!!
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By: Jon M. Broadnax
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