Beyond the Dunes

Along the beach beyond the dunes 
A perfect little holly blooms 
It’s round red berries oh so bright 
Complements the pale sunlight 
How does it stand there so? 
No concern for the tidal flow 
The ocean breezes kept at bay 
For the little holly does not sway 
Certainly it would be in runes 
If not for the great sand dunes

Beyond the dunes have tempests reached 
Tormenting trees beside the beach 
Their windblown heads turned from shore 
Shaped that way forever more 
Remains of the unlucky few 
Lay upon the sand astrew 
Headless trunks sit in memorial 
Of the fallen arboreal 
Over time to be enlightened 
By lovely tufts of silvery lichen

Along a trail off the sandy shore 
I walk a place I’ve been before 
The coastal marsh with its ebb and flow 
And the oyster beds that live below 
Herons fishing from muddy banks 
Observed from wooden boardwalk planks 
An ecosystem pure and clean 
A joy to find it still pristine 
A gorgeous sunny afternoon 
For a stroll beyond the great sand dunes


W3 Prompt #140: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Heather, prompts us to “write an ode in praise of a person, place or thing.”


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