Ladies Of The Shore

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   Faces raised toward the sun,

Petals, fragile feel.

Gentle in appearance,

Inner strength revealed.

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Dainty booted feet,

Stand firmly on the sand.

Eager, hopeful, searching eyes,

Shaded by the hand.

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Breeze is softly fragrant,

Lifts the pungent scent of rose.

Warmed by the summer sun,

Her face in sweet repose.

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Thoughts are of her husband,

To the sea her eyes are cast.

Yearning for a glimpse,

Of the tip of his tall mast.

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Her face is raised toward heaven,

Implores in silent speech,

"Please bring him home to me,

Oh, may he safety reach."

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Gulls are her companions,

Finds comfort in the rose.

She will return tomorrow,

A captain of the sea she chose.

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Time and tides have passed,

The lady is no more.

Still the roses keep the watch,

Bloom forever more.

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Come and revel in the sight,

Their beauty to behold.

See their quiet gentle strength,

The ladies of the shore.

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Susan Brackett

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(Inspired by the history of this enchanting seafaring area)

Go back in time.

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