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.”