by Barbara Walker

Created on: August 23, 2009

My Special Place

How it pleases me, erases all anxiety,

deeply satisfying an un-nameable something in my being,

My Special Place, is a jagged cliff above the sea,

where below, the waves crash against the rocks.

I find an eroded nook in the hard-packed sandy cliff,

that contours to the shape of me.

Seagulls rest here, within a few feet and I watch them, patiently.

Out in the distance, a boat, with big, billowing sails,

brings to mind days of old, when wind was the only means of propulsion.

Bringing me out of my reverie, ninety degress to the left,

I see modern boats, with engines, full of sight-seers, taking the coastline tour.

Closer to shore, two boys are snorkeling, their bodies reminding me

of the game apple bobbing, played on Halloween.

The sound of the waves crashing

and the sweeter sound in-between,

are a part of nature's music,

a most beautiful melody.

Faintly, I hear children, laughing and squealing,

I watch, as they tease the sea,

then turn around, running for shore,

when waves get above their knees.

I unwrap a loaf of bread, laughing,

as seagull heads turn,

however, they remain seated,

as if not wanting to assume a thing.

As I break off pieces, tossing them at their feet,

they begin to vie for best position,

the biggest gull pecking the others, with his beak.

Other seagulls soon join us, (I'm having so much fun)

I give each his share, scolding greedy gulls who fuss.

Before leaving, I gaze around, making a promise,

to be good to me, to come here more often,

to My Special Place, the nook,

in the jagged cliff, above the sea.

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