By Susan K. de Vegter



Stretches of coastline chopped into islands

Dying old trees living in silence

Wonderful laid back southern day

Strumming my heart in peculiar ways

An Osprey out dining from tree to tree

Flying his dinner between him and me

Off in the distance the Sandpipers dance

Amid the tide influx with a sea foam chance

Pelicans, Terns and Laughing Gulls

Rotting old tree trunks with old stumps that bulge

Making this Sunday more special than most

With footprints in time along the East Coast

Shadow of hands wrapped in each other

Moments of grace as lips reach to smother

Words from a memory wrapped all in years

Fighting to somehow hold back the tears

Seconds stand still on wings of a whim

Shudders are open to catch it on film

Moments are full while recalling time

When long-legged damsels tasted a rhyme

Back in the old days when hearts ran free

Open then shut… longing to be

With time in a capsule refreshed anew

Chasing the tears as yesterday flew

Hunting Island is lost in her thought

A hoop-skirted Rebel with her Swamp Fox

Mysterious meanderings breaking the day

Along barrier islands in play

Hosting a memory of days gone by

As romance gets caught in low misted sighs

Chasing a dream of Dixie and ghosts

Dangling in time along the East Coast

Nature’s old trees and ebb tides sashay

Making their moment important today.



Copyrighted 2005