reflections of maine copyrighted 2005.08.18

here's my newest poem

Reflections of Maine
18.08.2005 copyrighted

Walking down the beach
Before sunrise,
One can see
The ghostly sentinels
Of beach houses.
As the fog shrouds
The morning beach,
The only sound
One can hear,
Is the rhythmic beating
Of the surf,
Crashing,
On the sandy beach.
The sun is rising,
Slowly,
From it's slumber,
And the orange glow
Beams off, of the wet sand.
The sound of silence
Gives peace and serenity
As one walks for miles
Along the beach.
The only companions
Are sanderlings and plovers,
As they hunt for food,
Before the hustle and bustle
Of human life,
Invades their space.