The coastline…
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 and
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
Lovely imagery! The Pacific Ocean…she is a graceful and powerful beauty.
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One of my oldest poems dear Mother Wintermoon. I was lucky. After the war. Army send to Fort Ord, California for three years in 1991-1993. Someday. I will go back and write my novel. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Thank you for your service, John. I hope you get back there one day soon to write that novel you’ve got brewing. 🙏
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It is written dear Mother Wintermoon. 200 plus pages needing a editor. I wrote in 1992 in four days in Monterey. You are welcome and I must make time to re-write. I love Margaret Atwood. I want to make my characters come alive like she can.
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Monterey is a beautiful place! Wow…4 days, that’s very impressive. Would love to read it when it’s published. With every good wish, MW
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Thank you dear Mother Wintermoon. And Monterey and Big Sur. So beautiful and wonderful. I was station for three years at Fort Ord.
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Gorgeous topography
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