As I walk along the shore of the bay,
I see the sun's rays reflect off the calm water
Birds call as periwinkles move along clam and mussel shells
A soft breeze interrupts the stillness of the sharp grass
Distanced from where I stand in red rocks and dry seaweed is a heron,
moving with grace through the water
(and even though I'm being eaten alive),
it's all so precious in my eyes.
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Tracadie Bay
PoetryI wrote this poem this last summer in PEI, Canada, where we have a cottage. We've stayed there for 2 weeks every summer since I was 3. It's on a beautiful bay, Tracadie Bay, where we'll often take boat trips or more simply, wade in the nice water. ...
