Sea Wind

As I have reported before, I grew up on the coast of Maine....A place I still feel is the most beautiful pace to see.


                         The wind
                                coming off
                                          the sea
                          used its
                                 mournful mourning
                                            to call
                           me to
                                  the shore
                                             and watch
                           the seabirds
                                  searching for
                                             food or
                           a place
                                  to land
                                             and rest
                           their wings
                                  that had
                                             been struggling
                          to keep
                                 them
                                             aloft.