At dawn, along the briny, seashore
Blow the melodious hymns of wind past sails.
While the gulls commence their waking flight
Crying out through the misty morning's veil.
shore and sea, the whistling bout of wind
gusty, wanes loud as grey clouds dot the sky.
The falling raindrops chatter on the sea,
voicing their staccato reply.
A tidal wave crashes spewing about
The eroding spray upon jagged rocks.
The bows of boats once setting high above
Come crashing down on the wooden docks.
Rain ceases; the sun creeps slowly out.
A rainbow adorns the blue sky above.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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