My Home Town…

 

The gulls fly low,

the weather is

cool; the bays are

frothy and the

skies are blue.

High upon the cliffs

Lavender blooms,

framed by dark

greenery; I know

that soon summer

will be doomed.

In town, the people

walk through

cobblestone streets,

going here and there;

jutting into the sky is

a lone church spire.

Shadows emerge from

the eastern sky spreading

across a calm sea; soon

it will bring the night and

set the day free.

The lighthouse begins to

glow it is seen from afar;

then in the sky appears one

lone star; town people walk

here and there, when safe

in their home they will wait

once again for another

tomorrow.

 

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