Dark Harbor, 1943, N.C. Wyeth
The ocean sighs as the tide comes in
Dawn's sky fills with cries of gulls
A boat overflows with silvery bounty
Enough to share so all will feast
The ocean sighs as the tide goes out
And the fishermen return to the sea
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And thanks to Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales!
You are really good at these. Really good.
ReplyDeleteIt's Little Johnny, not Billy. I changed it. Thanks for catching that. Boy when I'm sick I miss a lot.
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Really great poem Kathe!
ReplyDeletelove the silvery bounty!..x
ReplyDeleteKathe, this is the perfect title with poem to match!
ReplyDeleteThe ocean does have a mysterious grip on us, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteWonderful coupling of words and imagery. If I'm not mistaken this was one of N.C. Wyeth's last paintings. He was working in tempera at the time, a medium picked up by his famous son, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteYes, your words ring true, the sea pulls them back over and over. Perfect magpie.
ReplyDeleteLove the poetic flow...sounds lovely :)x
ReplyDeleteThose were the days, when a few men in small boats could bring home such bounty! You captured the picture's song.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, it made me smile. I too like the image of silvery bounty.
ReplyDeleteNice way to extol the everyday !!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a ballad. :)
ReplyDeleteMagnificent poem...with a perfect closing :-)
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ReplyDelete*sigh*
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I think the ocean often sighs. I really enjoyed this, how you captured the image with your words. Lovely.
ReplyDeletemm silvery bounty indeed...
ReplyDeleteI love how the repetition mimics the tide coming in and going out. 'Silvery bounty' is gorgeous.
ReplyDeletecries out for haiku
ReplyDeletebeautifully done ~ Eddie:)
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