The coastline.
The Coastline
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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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
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ah I have had a love affair with the Pacific and all its wild moods
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I was lucky. I was station for three years at Monterey. Ocean is a good place to think and rest. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
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I, too, miss the Pacific Ocean. I lived in the San Fran area for ten years so I fully understand your poem. Monterey is such a beautiful place. I understand your meaning of the ocean as peaceful but I wonder how many sailors consider it peaceful, if you catch my drift (pun intended) 🙂
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Especially the Pacific.
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No better place to be. Thank you for reading.
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hot, brown, and crispy dry here in the foothills…to feel Her breeze right now would be cause for a joy dance….
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you captivate me. always have.
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Thank you reading. Many of us love the ocean.
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