The Hidden Bay

The pull of the waves
Strength taunting the brave
Crystal water, icy blue
Ruling the Captain and his crew

Breathing in the salty breeze
Known scent of the world’s five seas
The crash of water on the beach
Oceans’ own soft, hushed speech

Big gray clouds hang soft and low
The foghorn toots an ominous blow
Seagulls fly around, around
Crabs scuttle across the ground

Sand so smooth and undisturbed
A private paradise, all reserved
And even on a gloomy day
Joy is found in the small bay



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