Poetry Corner

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By J.H. Bevels

The waves roll and pound the shore

They sing to me, come down once more

You caught them the last time

You’ll catch them again

In the bay where you can see their fins

The reds, the blues, and the specs too

All out there waiting for you

To cast a top water near their lair

And then at night such table fare

So my bags are packed

Tomorrow I leave

When I get back I’ll have tales to weave

Not a tale of my days at sea

But a tale on the bay

Just my friend and me.